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On and open road and a virgin kick to chaos |
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with an angel tattooed to her inner thigh, |
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wild eyes reflected, and the neon sign. |
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I did not ask for love, |
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merely the same mistake |
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Don't be a fool with that, |
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your useless plastic pistol, |
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On my signal, we will drop our stupid |
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cause and disappear into the night. |
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As it stands, we're trading potions |
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for new potions to be swallowed whole. |
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We make the same mistake. |
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What to imply? |
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Have you picked a part? |
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Staying in the action. |
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Where's the action? |
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Here we are, drawing straws, |
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taking sides when we aren't |
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letting up and letting go. |
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Letting up. |
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Letting go. |
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Manacles and endless lists on a shelf. |
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Our wealth, it will be squandered |
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by subtle gusts of cold wind, |
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cars rusting below the bridge. |
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And shouts behind the factory, |
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at first frightening, |
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but it's just kids beginning |
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To make the same mistakes |
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On an open road |
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On an open road |
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On an open road |
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We make the same mistake |
