| Everybody’s on their way to heaven
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| Everybody’s gotta die to get there
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| Everybody knows
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| The only way to go is to set up a private show
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| Everybody lies to stay together
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| Still, everybody tries to stay together
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| Meet me on the road‚ the only thing I know
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| I’ve gotta take for us to go
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| 'Cause I’d rather not drive
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| 'Cause it’s been a thousand years since I last tried
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| And I’d rather not sleep
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| 'Cause I know that I’ll have fevers in my dreams
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| Everybody’s waiting on the weather
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| Trying to set up a private show
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| Waiting on the sun
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| Driving to the Pilot for their candy and their guns
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| Everybody wants to keep the lights on
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| But everybody doesn’t have a choice
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| Everybody knows
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| The bus to Hampton Roads is where you’re gonna lose your voice
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| 'Cause I’d rather not drive
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| 'Cause it’s been a thousand years since I last tried
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| And I’d rather not sleep
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| 'Cause I know that I’ll just see you in my dreams
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| And I’ll see you at my‚ see you at my show
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| And the more that I know
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| The more I can control
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| And I’ll see you in shimmering light
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| Saying «Hey little mountains" — I finally found you
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| I’m finally alone
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| Come on‚ let’s go |