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My nerves are buzzing and working |
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Eyes are flashing and jerking |
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My feelings on the windshield |
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Night air as cold as chain mail |
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Takes me back to the first day |
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The little girl in you spoke to me |
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You know, it spoke right to me |
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Sweet cream dream girl |
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Too much, it's just like candy |
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I won't forget it quickly |
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Blind ride on highway 80 |
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And I think it's time, yeah you learn how to drive |
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You just say hi to the big time |
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Bright lemon lime memories that rhyme |
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White lace, bracelet charms and silent alarms |
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You and I work in factories |
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We run the big machinery |
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The will to try leaves slowly |
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The murder goes on daily |
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Don't give me phobias walking the cable |
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We'll go when we're willing and stop when we're able |
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I wish these cards on no one's table |
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And when love is crowded out I'm a friend of the family |
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At the funeral of our love just a friend of the family |
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Ah, Miss Critical, might find you're minus one now |
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If there's someone you love now, tell them you love them right now |
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Have we been cheated of three of our seasons? |
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How could we break off for such practical reasons? |
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Sleep young bride to be no more |
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Whatever we do now has been done before |
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I'm going to drive out to the end of the dirt road |
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To a place where nothing living goes |
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I'm going to run on foot till I can't feel the cold |
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And find a sunrise so beautiful it would capture your soul |
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And shoot it full of holes |
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Well we could hate ourselves |
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Just like the friends of the family do |
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We could quit our jobs |
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Just like the friends of the family do |
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We could change our minds |
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Just like the friends of the family do |
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Step right over the line |
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Just like the friends of the family do |
