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I made my peace with how things have got to be nowWhite-knuckle grip on the wheelIt's high time I get this show on the road -- all alone -- good luck from here on outI understand but that doesn't mean it doesn't keep me up at nightWarm engine push me along, need to find myself a new place, forgive her face,Turn this wrong back into alright.Every ghost town looks like paradise to meWithin every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your miseryI just can't actually believe this is happeningI misplaces my hope,I left it in the foreign alleyways I roamI care so much more than she knowsBut that don't make a damn bit of difference nowIt's stunning how I made it back homeEvery ghost town look s like paradise to meWithin every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your miseryI just can't actually believe this is happening From Letras Mania