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The rushing air thrills my skin. |
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I feel your heat and drink it in. |
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We're sculpture, we're Rodin's Kiss |
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and I could die like this. |
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All of my worries, all of my doubts, |
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they're nothing but road kill. |
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The wheels just spit them out. |
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Now we're a vessel for something good |
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I can be heard and understood. |
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I could make this last for days, |
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leave our lives, just ride away. |
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Nothing damaged can touch us here. |
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Our torments disappear. |
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All of my worries, all of my fears, |
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vapour trails in our slip stream, |
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shimmering in the heat. |
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Now we're a vessel for something good. |
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I can be heard and understood. |
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We're comets on the streets of Hollywood. |
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We can't stay here for very long. |
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We need to keep moving on. |
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Now that I know you are the one, |
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we'll ride straight into the sun. |
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The sun glints on the visor. |
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We don't check in the mirror. |
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Chrome shaped like a tear drop. |
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We're rolling and we don't stop. |
