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Moving on a pale moon night |
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Staring at the taillights of a |
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Truck that rips the road apart in front of me |
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Watch your right hand shifting gear |
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Wondering what I'm doing here |
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'Cause both our minds are occupied by memories |
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Like the forests in my eyes |
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Are the pillars of the sky |
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Impeach your youth and call it your prerogative |
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Time and time again it seems |
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We're always somewhere in-between |
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And that's the truth, it's in the way we live |
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Ray ray rain, if we feel the same |
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Give me a sign, we're running out of time |
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Spiders, snakes, and lizardheads |
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Tell the tale, we'll all be dead |
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Indulging me and my fantasy |
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Feeding on the tender needs |
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What we are is what we breed |
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Insulting me with your jealousy |
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Ray ray rain, if we feel the same |
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Give me a sign, give me a sign |
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Ray ray rain, say you feel the same, 'cause you |
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Don't think that I can wait another day |
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And no it's not okay |
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Explain yourself and say |
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No one ever said that life is fair |
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Six times in a row, and when it starts to grow |
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Walking up and down Trafalgar Square |
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Right down from the start, right down from the heart |
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Finding ways that no one thought were there |
