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I drive a yellow |
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Volvo, '86 submarine |
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Someone's behind me in an |
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EscaladeTrying to blind me with their high beams |
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I make a left, |
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I'm the road to nowhere |
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Heading west, the sky is purple streaks |
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The sun is setting in my chest |
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I feel warm inside so |
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I'm going for a ride |
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Put your picture on my dashboard' |
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Til my fate and your collides |
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Seaweed washed upon the shore |
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Severed locks |
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Of he who walks the ocean floor |
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I drive a yellow |
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Volvo, '86 submarine |
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Rims like |
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Tibetan prayer |
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Wheels and my tank is filled with dreams |
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**** the game |
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I practice being in the passing lane |
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And watch the price of gasoline |
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Rise with the price of fame |
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I'm immortal, |
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I render unto |
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Caesar to be cordial |
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He sees a wooden casket |
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Where I see a glowing portal |
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Check your engine |
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Looks like you're running on the blood of |
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IndiansPut some turquoise in that |
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Rolls Royce |
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Before you crash into a pendulum |
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Seaweed washed upon the shore |
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Severed locks |
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Of he who walks the ocean floor |
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I drive a yellow |
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Volvo, '86 submarine |
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I drove it under water, guided by my own high beams |
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Nothing's left |
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Witnessed the demolition of the west |
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I feel like a little kid hiding in my mothers' dress |
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I'm in space, the lone ambassador of every race |
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The starfish that discover me |
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Plant their flags into my face |
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I'm a clone of every written and unwritten poem |
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A shark pulls up beside me fingering beads |
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And chanting om, |
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I can't believe it |
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I never really thought that sharks would need it |
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I thought they'd make their peace |
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Bite it, bleed it, kill it, eat it |
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But I was wrong, every living being deserves a song |
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And our passions must be rationed' |
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Til our rations sing along |
