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I could write a million songs to you, and i'd hate every one of them. We could be a thousand miles from here by the time the sun goes down. We could take an airplane so far, until we find a place we're home. I think if you'd just tell me i'm not there, i'd fly you to anywhere. We'd find a place where saints don't have it worst and devils have our best. And i have no idea where to look, so i'll start west. I'll take you with. We could drive a hundred miles an hour and leave without a single trace. Any place but this would be ok. something's gonna have to break. We'd find a place where few don't have it all, and you and i, this mess. And i might not be so ashamed to be so god damned proud of myself. I'd take you with.