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Testo Awake In Dreams
Testo Awake In Dreams
This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
All the lonesome night drives under these highway lights.
Each one is a reminder of why we're alive. Just crossed the next state line. There's so much more to life.
This eight hour drive is my next nine to five.
And I know that when I go back home,
no matter who's around me I'll still feel alone.
Home is where the heart is or so I'm told.
If that's the fact, I left my heart back on the open road.
Where trying to sleep is like pulling teeth to me.
I'm done counting sheep. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, chasing all my dreams.
Where staying clean is a luxury.
Same shirt, same jeans. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, making all my dreams reality.
This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
Because I know that when I go back home,
no matter who's around me I'll still feel alone.
Where trying to sleep is like pulling teeth to me.
I'm done counting sheep. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, chasing all my dreams.
Where staying clean is a luxury.
Same shirt, same jeans. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, making all my dreams reality.
This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
All the lonesome night drives under these highway lights.
Each one is a reminder of why we're alive. Just crossed the next state line. There's so much more to life.
This eight hour drive is my next nine to five.
And I know that when I go back home,
no matter who's around me I'll still feel alone.
Home is where the heart is or so I'm told.
If that's the fact, I left my heart back on the open road.
Where trying to sleep is like pulling teeth to me.
I'm done counting sheep. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, chasing all my dreams.
Where staying clean is a luxury.
Same shirt, same jeans. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, making all my dreams reality.
This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
Because I know that when I go back home,
no matter who's around me I'll still feel alone.
Where trying to sleep is like pulling teeth to me.
I'm done counting sheep. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, chasing all my dreams.
Where staying clean is a luxury.
Same shirt, same jeans. I'm counting the weeks.
I'm still here, making all my dreams reality.
This is me.
This is what I need.
The road beneath my feet,
a new city to see.
This is why I breathe.
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