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Emma's come down. |
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She's stopped the light |
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Shining out of her eyes. |
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Emma's been run out on. |
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She's breaking down |
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In so many places, |
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Stuck in low gears |
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Because of her fears |
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Of the skidding wheels, |
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(The skid of her wheels she feels.) |
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Skidding wheels, |
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(The skid of her wheels she feels.) |
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Spinning wheels. |
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(Wheel-skidding feeling.) |
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Her heart is there, |
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But they've greased the road. |
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Her heart is out there, |
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But she's no control. |
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Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow. |
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You know what it's like, and you know you want to go. |
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Don't drive too slowly. |
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Don't put your blues where your shoes should be. |
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Don't put your foot on the heartbrake. |
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(She's losing, she's losing, she's losing, she's losing...) |
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She's losing that inner flame. |
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It was burning bright, |
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But she's losing the light fast. |
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She's only herself to blame. |
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Well, take care of yourself, |
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And remember Georgie. |
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She's so O.D.'d on weeping |
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She can hardly see |
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That she's dropping beads. |
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(Red, red glass is bleeding.) |
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Dropping beads. |
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(Red, red glass is bleeding.) |
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Dropping beads. |
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(Red, red on the parquet.) |
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Her heart is there, |
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But they've greased the road. |
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Her heart is out there, |
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But she's no control. |
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Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow. |
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You know what it's like, and you know you want to go. |
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Don't drive too slowly. |
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Don't put your blues where your shoes should be. |
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Don't put your foot on the heartbrake. |
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Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow. |
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You know what it's like, and you know you want to go. |
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Don't drive too slowly. |
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Don't put your blues where your shoes should be. |
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Don't put your foot on the heartbrake. |