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The city lights keep rushing by I don't know when she fell asleep No thoughts of what we've left behind Our dreams the only thing we keep No direction no control I think I've seen this place before The night is swallowing us whole and We just don't care anymore We have no clue where we'll end up We have no place that we call home And we surely had enough So let's just go slam old doors shut We won't have much but what we Need is what we've got What we've got Gas station coffee wakes you up Your lips still smiling from your dreams Slowly soaking paper cups Distracting from your schemes But all the sidewalks look the same A million faces you forget Every city just a name And the fuel gauge close to red We have no clue where we'll end up We have no place that we call home And we surely had enough So let's just go slam old doors shut We won't have much but what we Need is what we've got What we've got Will we keep dreaming of the Place where we'll arrive Will it be everything we want Or just more problems in disguise Let's slam the breaks and take control It doesn't matter where we are It's just on us to call it home And we'll say We have a clue we're all set up This is a place we can call home And we surely searched enough We made it through It sure has been enough We don't have much But look at what we've got What we've got