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My hands are all cut up from playing songs on this guitar The blisters on my fingers relating awful scars Sitting in classrooms you don't care about counting down the seconds until you get out When you're always on your knees and this song won't let you sleep I'm up in the night to turn off the light I left on by the phone by the door and it's all alright It's alright Like the sunny days in the afternoon we used to spend drinking the news away Drinking away I haven't felt this good in many days In a van on a highway in the middle of nowhere making our own way Cause you're always coming down You're so predictable I always know where you'll be found I know that you can't hug a photograph I know it's something you can't take back We will make it through From Letras Mania