Texty: Howie Day. End Of Our Days.

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Here, where they can't find us,
I dare them to call me out.
Or tell you
We met here on purpose
I bet they can't wait to wake us up.

It's all a little bit strange...
I know it's a little bit strange.

Make a point and ignore them,
Come on let's wait this out.
They'll find out
We never stop turning,
Sometimes it's tough to change direction.
I know it's a little bit strange...
It's all a little bit strange.

At the end of the day, I...
Gonna say what i mean, I...
Slipping all away...
At the end of our days
We'll escape...
We'll escape...

I know it's a little bit strange,
It's all a little bit strange.

At the end of the day, I...
Gonna say what i mean, I...
At the end of the day, I...
Gonna say what i mean, I...
Slipping all away...
Slipping all away...
Slipping all away now...
At the end of our days,
We'll escape...
We'll escape...

Oh, there's no escape...
We'll escape...
Oh... yeah...