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There is No Length in These Moments
Yes, I know sometimes I've taken stupid steps
But it's out of love and affection
I'll take you out if you'd let me and besides
You could love my imperfections
The bags are packed
The wheels are turning
Don't look back
For our better days
So many ways, so many decisions
And we'll just take them
Burning fire light the mystery we seek
Just living on good omens
All the road can give
The smell of gasoline
There is no length in these moments
If I am wrong forgive me
If I am wrong forgive me
So many days
So many sleepless nights
The miles turning into pictures
Destination unclear, time is just a word
Maps made of paper don't give lectures
Burning fire light the mystery we seek
Just living on good omens
All the road can give
The smell of gasoline
There is no length in these moments
The bags are packed
The wheels are turning
Don't look back
For our better days
So many ways, so many decisions
And we'll just take them as they come
So many ways, so many decisions
And we'll just take them as they come
So many signs, so many directions
And we'll just take them