Sitting outside your bedroom door
With the lights put out and feet to floor
Dancing halls to forty fifths
Wearing summer's end on your chest
I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
Swimming wild in the sea of flakes
You're an apologist, impenetrable grace
Pull the tabs from these plastic postcards
To keep our memories sake
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
This is a joke
This is a toast
This is a ghost
This is a hoax
This is a hoax
This is a toast
This is a joke
This is a ghost
Sick Balloons - 200,000 Mi. Lyrics
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Sitting outside your bedroom door
With the lights put out and feet to floor
Dancing halls to forty fifths
Wearing summer's end on your chest
I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
Swimming wild in the sea of flakes
You're an apologist, impenetrable grace
Pull the tabs from these plastic postcards
To keep our memories sake
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
This is a joke
This is a toast
This is a ghost
This is a hoax
This is a hoax
This is a toast
This is a joke
This is a ghost
With the lights put out and feet to floor
Dancing halls to forty fifths
Wearing summer's end on your chest
I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
Swimming wild in the sea of flakes
You're an apologist, impenetrable grace
Pull the tabs from these plastic postcards
To keep our memories sake
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
This is a joke
This is a toast
This is a ghost
This is a hoax
This is a hoax
This is a toast
This is a joke
This is a ghost
Writer: Sick Balloons
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