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Holiday Parade Tickets Passports

There's time to rest after I die And until then these days are like Our last goodbye to what we know We'll pack out bags and hit the road These tickets and passports

I look back a little less I loose track just a little more i guess and every time i try to lose myself again i find im just not gone yet And no doubt

The girl that turned me around And loves me upside down And I can't describe to you this thing that I've found The butterflies, sure Well I've got even

It started out when she said to me \"I've had enough of your personality\" And that's the moment that she set me free And alright I will be alright now

I lost my nerve the day she lost her self control She swore to me she lost it in style You leave the car outside for me to get away But I think I might

There's time to rest after I die And until then these days are like Our last goodbye to what we know We'll pack out bags and hit the road These tickets and passports