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Off the tracks, lost the rail |
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Trying to squeeze a little blood out a rusty nail |
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When you're thirsty, thirsty |
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Behind your eyes you feel the burn |
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As you're downhill ride takes a solid turn |
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For the lonely, lonely |
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Now don't look back my wounded bird |
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There's nothing for you here |
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Need no wing just set your mind to fly |
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It's like it's been a long time in an empty bed |
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In an empty room with an empty head |
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Full of nothing, nothing |
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And all you got left is the skin of your teeth |
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And the red in your eye, you're six feet deep |
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To get ready, yeah |
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Don't look back my wounded bird |
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There's nothing for you here |
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Need no wings just set your mind to fly |
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Alright |
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The waiting is over so let's roll in the clover |
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Time for a head full of stars |
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Let's pull back the curtain, only one thing's for certain |
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Well, we don't have very long |
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Don't look back my wounded bird |
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There's nothing for you here |
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Need no wings just set your mind to fly |
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Set your mind to fly, set your mind to fly |
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Set your mind to fly, set your mind to fly |
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Set your mind to fly, set your mind to fly |
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Set your mind to fly |
