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Another Tuesday night, Camilo and I Are on the verge of spilling out our guts We are story makers, but there is no fiction here These are those kind of nights That I will never mention to my kids Because I want them to find out themselves; The right way to live On their own With no sense of direction And I know they'll be better off Without a promise of tomorrow Its the way we see it Or maybe I'm just seeing things the way I shouldn't I'll never know The night has yet to end So, I will stick with being me And you can be yourself Now that's the way we see this We're just getting older, a little wiser But whats that have to do with the moment Don't let it go I'll never let it go Who's on the wheel? Who's taking us home? Hey, if we've got no ride tonight We'll just walk with streetlights Until my shoes are torn to shreds Here's to the years that I'll never forget Here's to the years spent with my friends Now I think I've found the right way to live From Letras Mania