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Did we go too far |
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To come back here again |
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Don't know who you are |
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But I know where you've been |
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In the wild wind |
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That comes with the setting sun |
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When you lose your skin |
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Where all the shadows run |
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Where we go |
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Only you can drive |
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People we know |
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Almost all have died |
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Whatever you could see |
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Wherever you could hide |
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Don't know who you'll be |
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But I'm going to enjoy the ride |
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Of your punishment |
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And its ongoing attempt |
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To show your nakedness |
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In order to pay your rent |
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Where we go |
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Only you can drive |
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People we know |
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Almost all have died |
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Where we go |
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Only you can drive |
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People we know |
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Almost all have died |
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Try to follow fate |
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Like a fly on the empty sand |
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When you're running late |
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With your skirt hacked around his hand |
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And now the eagle's gone |
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As the long cries of hatred bloom |
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When the winter come |
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Into the loneliest room |
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Where we go |
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Only you can drive |
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People we know |
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Almost all have died |
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Where we go |
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Only you can drive |
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People we know |
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Almost all have died |
