| The way that you run, the way that you glide
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| Over the powder blue of the mountainside
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| And we were suddenly alarmed by the ravenous and charging
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| And we ducked down deep where the wind blew sweet and calm
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| Heyaaaaaahhhoohhh heyaaaaaahhhoohhh
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| The killing blue: it’ll burn your little eyes out
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| And you wait in the car with the windows closed and your clothing soaked
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| You were thinking of a plan to steal another vehicle
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| Haven’t you had enough of acting so tough and all
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| Heyaaaaaahhhoohhh heyaaaaaahhhoohhh
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| (Four arms surround you)
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| (Distant lights and frozen fields)
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| Well we can’t go on when the whistle blows
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| And we’re talking in hysterical tones
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| You’re a golden goose full of terrible truths
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| Why won’t everyone leave you alone?
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| Now they’re calling to you from across the abyss
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| And they moan and they hiss and they scream
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| Now they’ve broken the chains
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| Like the hounds in all of our dreams
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| Heyaaaaaahhhoohhh heyaaaaaahhhoohhh
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| (And we can’t avoid the things we love)
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| (Distant lights and frozen fields) |