put your hands in the air
But the prince of any failing empire knows that
Everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
I almost pick up the phone.
It's a strange way of saying that
I know I'm supposed to love you.
Everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
I almost pick up the phone.
It's a strange way of saying that
I know I'm supposed to love you.
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