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driving the street, |
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the same roads leading you each night. |
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the darker it gets, the faster you drive. |
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the secrets you keep, |
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but the answers that you give are lies. |
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a white knuckle wheel and glasssy eyes |
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and you burn all your satellite, |
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black buzz come dance with you tonight. |
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"once was" becomes a "never will", |
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drug shades into the window sill. |
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you lie down to sleep, |
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as the sun begins another day. |
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the cold and the pain have faded away. |
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the rays through the blind, |
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draw lines across your bed. |
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asleep in your clothes, alone in your head. |
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and you burn all your satellite, |
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black buzz come dance with you tonight. |
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"once was" becomes a "never will", |
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when your ?language? is a dirty pill. |
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and it's hard to know that you'll be allright , |
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when your blood is burning you inside. |
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at the cliff now on your own free will, |
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drug shades into the window sill. |
