| Still night, nothing for miles
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| White curtain come down
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| Kill the lights in the middle of the road
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| And take a, take a look around
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| It don’t help to be one of the chosen
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| One of the few to be sure
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| When the wheels are spinning around
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| And the ground is frozen through
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| And you’re driven like the snow
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| Pure in heart, driven together
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| And given away to the west
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| A white dress but still the river don’t run
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| A black dress looking like mine
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| 'Til the sun don’t shine no more
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| Where the sky meet the ground
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| Where the street fold round
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| Where the voice you hold don’t make no sound
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| Look snow on the river and two by two
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| Took a lot to live, a lot like you, I don’t
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| Go there now, but I hear they sung their
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| 'Fuck Me And Marry Me Young'
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| Some wild idea and a big white bed, now
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| You know better than that, I said
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| Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down
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| More like brittle things will break before they turn
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| Like a lipstick on my cigarette
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| And the ice get harder overhead
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| Like think it twice but never, never learn
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| And the mist will wrap around us
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| And the crystal, if you touch it
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| And the cars lost in the drift are there
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| And the people that drive lost in the drift are there
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| And the cares I’ve lost in the drift are there
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| Theirs, ours, lost in the drift are
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| Driven, driven together and driven apart |