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Cubscouts are screaming |
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Needing ice screaming and all the pleasures of June |
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I'm in a parked car |
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Flowers seem friendly and people in hallways fill rooms |
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Now it is night time |
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Maybe we're cruising avoiding the anti-cruise |
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Oh, I don't really know where we are |
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If things get real |
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Promise to take me somewhere else |
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By the time, fear takes me over |
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Will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion? |
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Once in a while, now the lie in the laughter |
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Can burn through a hole in my ears |
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Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam |
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And burning the skin of a kid |
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Hypereal fragments disturbing |
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The stagnants of almighty fear |
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Well, I'll just go under the water |
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If things get real |
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Promise to take me somewhere else |
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By the time, fear takes me over |
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Will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion? |
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So, don't leave me here on my own |
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So, don't leave me here on my own |
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If things get real |
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Promise to take me somewhere else |
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By the time fear takes me over |
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Will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion? |
