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While living out the boot of my hire car |
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I drove across the ocean of a charcoaled heart |
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Freefalling from the edge of a packet of 10ml nitrazepam pills |
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I guess I misplaced my taste for survival skills |
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Sat thinking 'bout the ways of suicide |
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And how lovely it would be to take that ride |
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Right here with a bottle of wine and that pack of nitrazepam pills |
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Till I saw my messiah rolling down them hills |
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Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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And then he was telling me that our love |
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Was something from above |
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And something I could hardly see |
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A love not held by space or time |
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A love that was divine |
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A love that I could hold and keep |
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Hey Girl would care to rescue me |
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I think I'm kinda busy can't you see |
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Well what about tomorrow maybe |
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We could have us a breakfast for three |
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He seemed kinda strange and yet I just agreed |
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And then he was telling me that our love |
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Was something from above |
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And something I could hardly see |
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A love not held by space or time |
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A love that was divine |
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A love that I could hold and keep |
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And so I decided to give love a try |
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But I didn't even get one night of teenage kicking highs |
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Instead I got the laptop, the car and that pack of nitrazepam pills |
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Stolen by a pseudo-punk-messiah rolling down them hills |
