Wide-open, empty coffin,
Giving up is jumping in.
Straight forward, sun on the dashboard,
This dead-end town I'll leave behind.
Wide-open, miles of pavement,
Away from useless lives and failure,
I've seen these lights for the last time.
How does it feel when I laugh in your face?
When I give you the finger
You're already dead to me.
And you really think you matter?
That's the story of the year.
Two thousands miles away from
These stormy skies to salty air,
Knee deep in Midwest quicksand,
There's no reason to say,
Say good-bye.
When I give you the finger
You're already dead to me.
And you really think you matter?
That's the story of, of the year.
Now or never,
The story of the year.
Yeah now or never,
It's the story of the year.
There's no way, there's no way
I'll believe in second chances.
[x4]
When I give you the finger
You're already dead to me.
And you really think you matter? Yeah
That's the story of, the story of the year.
Don't look back.
Don't hesitate.
Your futures' the chances you take.
Don't live your life
Afraid of
Growing old with regret
In the end.
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