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Hunting thunder on a hunch and a lightning sighting |
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Stevie's alone tonight |
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She's paid a cab to zig-zag LA |
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While she sings Landslide to herself |
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Apologies and promises ride a fine white line |
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It's a quiet night, the city's mine |
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We're driving on till dawn |
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And discovery on my mind's design |
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Perpetual never and forever |
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Versus repressive tolerance |
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This trap we're in is spectacular |
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It's only escape's constant devotion to details of it's design |
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Perpetual never and forever |
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And this cab's backseat's just one more throne of mine |
