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The road, a yellow line unfolds |
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Jagged then corrodes, Pomona first of all |
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Machines they rush in a trance |
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Engines of despair |
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The taste of desert air |
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The wheels while we turn |
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Slowly will burn |
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Follow me, will you? |
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Follow me, will you? |
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Follow me down until |
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I will admire |
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Oh, I need someone who will |
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In parking lots you learned |
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Boredom made you small |
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Asphalt and the oil |
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Conversations dull |
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Memories pull you down |
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Engine presses toward |
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The dark the future holds |
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Will bring some bright morning |
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Follow me, will you? |
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Follow me, will you? |
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Follow me down until |
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I will admire |
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Oh, I need someone who will |
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[x2] |
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To find the words that lift me high |
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I'd tear a hole up in the sky |
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I'd beg for your approval just to know |
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I'm on the right course |
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A trance, the engines of despair |
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The taste of desert air |
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The wheels while we turn |
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They will slowly burn |
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We're not alone |
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We are not alone |
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We are not alone |
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On this road |
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Not alone |
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We are not alone |
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We are not alone |
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On this road |
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[x2] |
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(Not alone |
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We are not alone |
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We are not alone |
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On this road) |
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Follow me, will you? |
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Follow me, will you? |
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Follow me down until |
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I will admire |
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Oh, I need someone who will |
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Not alone |
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We are not alone |
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We are not alone |
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On this road |
