| Enticed with plastic love
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| Standing on unsolid ground
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| Tempted to think it’s enough
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| Hell, my head keeps spinning round
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| No these roots aren’t place-bound
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| Gravity pulls me down
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| Untie me ritual
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| Give way restraint, let go
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| Loss is inevitable
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| Let’s burn some gasoline
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| Burn down the whole damn city
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| Destroy that part of me, now that I’m
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| Free, now that I’m free, burn gasoline
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| Time has no meaning away from home
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| Free, now that I’m free, burn gasoline
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| Life changes we’re bound to pass like foam
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| Burn burn burn
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| The engine’s running loud
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| Say nothing incipient doubt
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| Don’t look back, make up ground
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| Last drops of gasoline
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| Nothing’s the way it seems
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| Don’t matter where I’ve been, now that I’m
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| Free, now that I’m free, burn gasoline
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| Time has no meaning away from home
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| Free, now that I’m free, burn gasoline
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| Life changes we’re bound to pass like foam
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| Burn burn burn
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| We who thirst never find fill
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| Lust unleashes a deathly will
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| We can’t sit still
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| We can’t sit still
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| We can’t sit still
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| Free, now that I’m free, burn gasoline
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| Time has no meaning away from home
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| Free, now that I’m free, burn gasoline
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| Life changes we’re bound to pass like foam
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| Let’s burn some gasoline |