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We look parked but we were going on To someplace we'll never reach alone But we've never even left here Dropped our future to outrun fear Drinking from miniatures, we're sky high We shoulda gone for any other life Instead, we go on forever Burning our backs on hot leather And now Sunday to Sunday, we rest Sunday to Sunday, we rest Sunday to Sunday, we rest We never waste time, but we don't spend it either We're both just backseat drivers Backseat driving And we're going nowhere Oh, we're going nowhere We're both just backseat drivers Backseat driving And we're going nowhere Oh, we're going nowhere We don't move and we don't indicate I guess we're waiting to be found by fate But maybe she'll only reach us Once the time's blurred our features Letras de cancionesWe can't deal with all the choice outside So we lay under the hood and hide Then we steam up our windows Let the boredom get our lymph nodes And now Sunday to Sunday, we rest Sunday to Sunday, we rest Sunday to Sunday, we rest We never waste time, but we don't spend it either We're both just backseat drivers Backseat driving And we're going nowhere Oh, we're going nowhere We're both just backseat drivers Backseat driving And we're going nowhere Oh, we're going nowhere It's such a slow way to die Time moves and we never do Don't even learn to drive When I lose control and my license follow me We're both just backseat drivers Backseat driving And we're going nowhere Oh, we're going nowhere From Letras Mania