Lets Make Title Tracks

Lets escape this prison skyline in a red convertible
Tie a colorful scarf around your head to keep your pretty hair sane
You cover all of the tolls, I'll pay for the meals while we're on the road
You and I will make up for the fight we had last year when you said,
'This city's for the talking dead'

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While we are young lets make tracks out of this town
We are young, not looking up to looking down
And I hope we never turn back like all our plastic little friends
I hope we never go back to our corner apartment

Lets escape these city suburbs in a dark green mini van
Can we take his doberman for our protection
Leave those magazine, but take your canvases
They will barely notice we are gone
They're all oblivious to anything or anyone refusing to conform
And you and I are anything but ordinary so

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Heading over the George, South on the Pike
We'll study the way under dim map lights

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Lets make tracks out of this town
Pack your things and hit the road with me