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On the road

We didn't see a soul for hours

And on the road

You didn't say a word for hours

To fit the mood

It sends a chill through me

When you look at the stars and say

You all are behaving like your blood is the same as my blood

But you let the world stop trying

And you let the world stop trying

You let the world give up

And my blood runs against that kind of blood

The name of this place

You speak it like a question

You speak it like a sentence all its own

It tells us how the world has merged in places with the dark

It sends a chill through me

When you look at the stars and say

You all are behaving like your blood is the same as my blood

But you let the world stop trying

And you let the world stop trying

You let the world give up

And my blood runs against that kind of blood

Nobody tries that hard anymore