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Oh，we can't have a garden when we are still on the road.
There's only room on the dash for a gas station rose.
You know that when I shut up, I get something to say.
I was looking at you, you were looking away.
At least we dodged the New York winter...
Maybe the mountain in our eyes,
looks more like a molehill from other side.
We are the elders of our minds.
We are on our own.We are on our own.
Another year gone by like the signs on the street.
Highway seventeen-five, Nebraska flat as a sheet.
Living out of the trunk, we bounce around like a dream.
Another major drawback, another sweet in between.
At least we're both confuse together...
But maybe the mountain in our eyes,
looks more like a molehill from other side.
We are the elders of our minds.
We are on our own.We are on our own.
And maybe the mountain in our eyes,
looks more like a molehill from other side.
We are the elders of our minds.
We are on our own.
Maybe the mountain in our eyes,
looks more like a molehill from other side.
We are the elders of our minds.
We are on our own.We are on our own.
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