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We’re out past the compass
Where the road dosen’t bend
Your feet picking up spirits from the ground again
Some things ain’t worth their trouble
Some things ain’t worth their salt
You keep picking up another’s blame
Start thinking that it’s all your fault

If they can’t move with your quickness
If they can’t move with your speed
Baby they ain’t nothing that you need
If they can’t run when your running
If they can’t hide when you hide
Baby don’t keep them there right by your side

A couple more hours and thier locking the door
They got trouble from before
They got trouble on their minds
No one can tell us just what lies in store
So come with me now
And the world will be fine on its own

Let’s head out tonight
Let’s head out tonight
Let’s head out…

• 1. The Great Divide
• 2. Please