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Burn the highway down, on the top of your life. |
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Liquor and horsepower under your command, sadly fuckers like you can't pull off anything. |
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Glass one, glass two and the shot goes off. |
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You pump the brakes, but change the fate of an innocent man, |
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Twisting strictly in the air and hitting the ground. |
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Freeze the pulse, fade the light inside. |
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A pyromaniac dead end dream, where you become the flameboy in the scene. |
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Burn everything down. |
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Oh dear, what the fuck have you done? |
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Glass three, glass four, feeling alright. |
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A one-night stand until you realize what the fuck you've done. |
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A subterfuge so easy to blame, but your dead end dream will never end. |
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Let's just hope the moon keeps watching over you, |
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Even though it painted the flashlight of the sky that timeless night. |
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Guard you when your eyes are closed, as you are destined to lose. |
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When you realize some things never change, they'll never change. |
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A pyromaniac dead end dream, where you become the flameboy in the scene. |
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Burn everything down. |
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Oh dear, what the fuck have you done? |
