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Byron lyrics : "Road Trip"

I swear to you, we'll make it
Just take a sip and let me drive this car
There's a god of the stoned who wouldn't let us break it

This incredible journey's under the radar

Don't worry about anything in the whole universe

Tomorrow we'll laugh about today
Anxiety will just make the travel worse
I promise, nothing will stand in our way


You'd better play
With your ticktocks

Get yourself a beat
Give your heart some shocks
You'd better mock

This very sec
You wear your woes
Wrapped around your neck


Just pass the bottle, I need someone to save me
My mouth and throat are impossibly dry

I wish it was summer and we were heading to the sea
I miss her eyes reflecting the sky


You'd better play
With your ticktocks
Get yourself a beat

Give your heart some shocks
You'd better mock
This very sec

You wear your woes
Wrapped around your neck


Running to the border
Of unconsciousness's disorder
Our vision extends


To the beauty of the sunrise
Saying our last goodbyes

And time suspends

Breaking into pieces

Finally releases
The tensions we've stored


The survivors will have to
Light some candles for those whom
They once adored

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