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Losing a wheel on a rammed interstate And then finding a fix Thanksgiving day And the show was a mess, we laughed the whole way To the hotel, we dodge noise complaints And I'm not sad anymore But if you gotta go, go We can blame it on timing I will leave the light on in the hall Don't wanna tie you down To a bird that's not flying Or hold you anywhere but Close, close, close Close, close, close The girl with the bangs has a temper to match Her strawberry hair she got from her dad She's not mad and you will find she talks with her hands Whеn she flips you the bird, understand shе is mourning The loss of a space in time And if you gotta go, go We can blame it on timing I will leave the light on in the hall Don't wanna tie you down To a bird that's not flying SongtexteOr hold you anywhere but Close Oh, and when you go home is it me that you miss? Can you divide the rotten fruit from her pit? Always felt we went swinging, destined to miss Always felt we were lightning just waiting, waiting to hit Aus Songtexte Mania