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Coffee, candy, seats are sandy in the car that we drove from the south pier |
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Hitched a ride with the band and decided to stay for just another year |
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We get up to go downtown |
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Apparitions in the night |
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Running round with the sound of your voice and the choice between wrong and right |
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I've been running on fumes, trying to make it through |
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Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon |
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Running on fumes, woah-oah woah-oah woah-oah wo-oah |
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That sun sinking sets me thinking bout direction, connections they come and go |
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Bleary eyed I come to realize the road keeps heading home |
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Looking up from the inside |
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Life can be a lonesome dream |
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plug it in, crank it up, i'm alone like a motor in a mad machine |
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And I'm running on fumes, trying to make it through |
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Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon |
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Running on fumes, woah-oah woah-oah woah-oah wo-oah |
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I'm running on fumes and I'm running out of time |
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Gonna leave it all behind |
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Down to my last alibi, alibi |
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Coffee, candy, seats are sandy in the car that we drove from the south pier |
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Hitched a ride with the band and decided to stay for just another year |
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And I'm running on fumes, trying to make it through |
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Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon |
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And I'm running on fumes, trying to make it through |
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Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon |
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Running on fumes, woah-oah woah-oah woah-oah wo-oah |
