| Wheels down!
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| Wheels down!
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| Waiting for a sign, wishing conclusion
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| Wheels down!
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| Wheels down!
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| We fell from the sky, no absolution
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| One becomes two and here’s the truth
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| And it’s not me, it’s you
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| Wheels down!
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| Wheels down!
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| This destruction belongs to you
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| From the twisted mass of sharp edges
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| And deceit crawls perseverance
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| I’ll carry on
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| And you’ll burn
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| From head to feet
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| Fleeting whispers of where you’ve been
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| That’s all I hear anymore
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| I hope you’ve managed a new set of friends
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| It’s a lonely walk to the shore
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| White picket fences and a career man, empty shells
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| They sang «Happiness is a warm gun»
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| If so, I’ve got some bullets for sale
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| Was it all you’d hoped for and more?
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| A life of excess, that time is short
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| So domestic, a mess of a girl
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| This disturbance is what you’ve asked for
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| Was it all you’d hoped for and more?
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| A life of excess, that time is short
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| So domestic, a mess of a girl
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| This disturbance is what you’ve asked for
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| If we ever cross paths again, I’ll consider it too soon
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| It’s a hopeless place you’re in
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| You’ve been replaced with someone new
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| Was it all you’d hoped for and more?
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| A life of excess, that time is short
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| So domestic, a mess of a girl
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| This disturbance is what you’ve asked for
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| Was it all you’d hoped for and more?
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| A life of excess, that time is short
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| So domestic, a mess of a girl
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| This disturbance is what you’ve asked for |