We don't care-- we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams
Grey Goose
Trashing the hotel room
Well that's by me
Even if we're six feet underground
I can't live a lie, running for my life
So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
All this time I was finding myself
And I know that we'll be safe and sound.
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