| If I’m standin’on your mountainside
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| And I’m flyin’through your trees
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| We’re all drivin’our own heads now
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| And I’m blessin’all your screed
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| And I’m flyin’through your mountainside
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| Dyin’in your plane crash of love
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| If I’m drivin’down your highway
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| And I’m crashin’in your dreams
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| We’re all drivin’our own heads now
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| All your lights are never green
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| And I’m drivin’down your highway
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| Crashin’through your windsheild of love
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| And if I’m standing on your mountainside
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| And I’m crashin’through your dreams
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| We’re all drivin’our own heads now
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| And all your bathroom floors are clean
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| And I hold your electric toaster while
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| Standin’in your bathtub of love
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| And I’m flyin’through your mountainside
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| Dyin’in your plane crash of love |