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We grabbed a piece of driftwood
hold on tight and please dont let go.
Well follow the waves to the nearest sh*reline.
Wake up to the coast of some distant island in the south pacific.
Leave behind everything we once had.
A brand new start with no one to tell us what to do,
tomorrow will tell us that we can make it too.
And if that doesnt work? you say.
Well flip a quarter and find a new place to go.
Heads Kansas City, Tails California.
Never again stay within the boundaries of this town
step outside the barrier.
And I dont wanna be the follower anymore.
So take this string from out my back and let my feet be free again.
I might stumble when I walk but at least I am on my own.
And I wont say that its the last time...
Its the last time.