| Late night drive
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| And you’re out of ideas
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| It’s a funny old game sometimes
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| I’ve spent too long
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| Running head on into all your pretty little ideas
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| But the boys are sleeping now with the lights on
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| As the snow glows in I wonder oh
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| If you’ve ever been so ignited
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| You try finding something new
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| Just too good to be true
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| You’ve been tripping the igniton
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| Late last night
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| Think I saw you lock up
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| It’s a wicked old world sometimes
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| I’ve tried to put the finger on
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| The day that you last had something to say
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| But there’s nothing in my head that springs to mind
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| But the boys are sleeping now with the lights on
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| As the snow glows in I wonder oh
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| If you’ve ever been so ignited
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| You try finding something new
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| Just too good to be true
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| You’ve been tripping the ignition
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| But the boys are sleeping now, with the ligths on
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| As the snow glows in I wonder oh
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| If you’ve ever been so ignited
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| You try finding something new
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| Just too good to be true
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| You’ve been tripping the ignition
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| You try finding something new
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| Just too good to be true
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| You’ve been tripping the ignition
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| I hope somebody finds you
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| You try finding something new
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| Just too good to be true
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| You’ve been tripping the ignition
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| You try finding something new
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| Just too good to be true
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| You’ve been tripping the ignition
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| Hoping somebody finds you
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| I hope somebody finds you
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| Tonight you’ll be somewhere new |