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Cut your break lines, break your headlights |
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Waited for you at the stop sign |
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Disconnected iron lungs |
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Insurance fires, smothered young |
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Always the first one on the scene |
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A pyromantic midsummer |
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Nights dream |
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Thank you |
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Lord for this oil slick |
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For her car wreck |
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For I'm lovesick |
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Heaven sent us a hero but |
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Hell tried his resolve |
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And when you thought you were done for |
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I pulled through |
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While you rested your eyes |
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In the driver's seat |
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I sat and watched you |
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Always the first one on the scene |
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A pyromantic midsummer nights dream |
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Trust me, trust me |
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We'll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes |
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Till we're over it, under it screaming like bombs for it |
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Dear me, I've done it again |
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Thank you |
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Lord, for the loaded gun |
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For the bad aim |
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For I'm lonesome |
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God's smiling down on us |
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He shines |
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His grace on everyone |
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He shines |
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His grace on everyone |
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The greatest lovers were murderers first |
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The greatest lovers were murderers first |
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The greatest lovers were murderers first |
