Texty: Your New Secret. Two Year Spell.

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I swear there's something in the water out here
And they might have had too much
Or maybe I've not had enough

Anyway the coast is always clear
I just lost touch
You know these eyes can't help but stare

Down the freeway lines
That count my time
And keep my head
From spinning off these shoulders

And I've been

Landlocked for a two year spell
That I have not taken all that well so i'll
Leave my perfect mess to drive back home

I know I'm not alone
I know, I know
But anywhere I end up anyway
Nothing feels the same
When that small town calls my name

I'm so damn torn
I could make a mess tonight
I better not, I've got nowhere else to hide

I'm so damn torn!
Can I just save myself tonight?
Oh, I've gotta just take my time

Down the freeway lines
That count my time
And keep my head
From spinning off these shoulders

And I've been

Landlocked for a two year spell
That I have not taken all that well so i'll
Leave my perfect mess to drive back home

I know I'm not alone
I know, I know
But anywhere I end up anyway
Nothing feels the same
When that small town calls my name

It calls my name
Oh, oh...

And
I've got a pocketful of tricks and
You've got a suitcase full of time but
I've got a head so full of mess that
Complicates everything and

I've seen a hundred shades of hate and
We've felt a thousand shades of pain but
I've got a million shades of hope that
Saturate everything
It saturates everything

Oh, oh, Oh!

Landlocked for a two year spell
That I have not taken all that well so i'll
Leave my perfect mess to drive back home

Landlocked for a two year spell
That I have not taken all that well so i'll
Leave my perfect mess to drive back home

I know I'm not alone
I know, I know!
But anywhere I end up anyway
Nothing feels the same
When that small town calls my...

(Thanks to Dave for these lyrics)