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Iâm staring down this dead end road.
(Nowhere to go nowhere to go)
These cul-de-sacs always lead me back to you.
Iâm sick of this repetition.
Iâm dizzy from this city.
We didnât have a prayer, no way to get there, and nothing to prove to you.
We didnât have a prayer, not a care in this world.
We didnât have a prayer, had no way to get there.
But a road that runs from me to you.
Just a roadâ¦.
These street lights, lead me home.
To a place Iâve never known.
These dotted lines that divide,
What is left, from what is right
These red lights in your eyes, beg me to go.
We didnât have a prayer, no way to get there, and nothing to prove to you.
We didnât have a prayer, not a care in this world.
We didnât have a prayer, no way to get there.
But a road that runs from me to you.
And just a rear view mirror for looking back on you.
And Iâm sick of this repetition,
Iâm dizzy from this city, these dotted lines that divide,
What is left, from what is right
These red lights in your eyes, beg me to go.