It seems like every where I go
there is a street sign telling me where I belong.
I've driven 100 miles to escape the pollution of my city.
Only to find myself breathing harder
and farther away from my own bed.
I was ready to leave such a terrible town,
filled with has beens, and let downs.
Finally I arrive, I arrive to destination,
and to conclusions.
Nevada isn't where you keep your lover,
it's where you keep your booze.
Fathers breaking laws with their daughters,
secrets become delectable.
Oh nevada, I've never been bound for you
I just showed up
we all just kinda...
showed up.
The view of flat desert
topped with snow peeked mountains melting in sin.
From my suite hotel on the 18th floor,
viewing the spirits flow
from within terrible health inspected buildings.
oh nevada,
such a whore
I just happened to show up.
and you,
breathe me in.
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