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Well, the whole city flooded when I found out the open road drowned all my thoughts of structure. Oh, I can't keep myself from thinking, cause it's the hardest thing to stop myself from doing lately. This won't mean a thing. We'll drive on like the sunlights fleeting, we'll take heart as the last song sinks into our bones (to our bones). They'll know us when we come home. I've traded in my hindsight for these flawed telescope eyes just so I could shake this out for once. When this gets going we'll get to talking how we always knew it'd end like this, like this, like this. This won't mean a thing. This won't mean a thing. We'll drive on like the sunlights fleeting, we'll take heart as the last song sinks into our bones (to our bones). They'll know us when we come home. How do we walk away? We knew it'd, we knew it'd come down to this some day, oh. Adrift and lost for words, so... From Letras Mania