For the love of God, we dine near and far.
Struggling, so we drankin at the bar.
Fool's Luck, we ride, and we continue to dream.
Feel like I got hit in the my small lil spleen.
Elevate, we're right, we come from a far.
Singing our heads out, in the back of the car.
Met in the middle, we knew how it went.
Trying to ignore, so we get a lil bent.
Then we see, what, we knew all along.
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