| On and open road and a virgin kick to chaos
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| With an angel tattooed to her inner thigh
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| Wild eyes reflected, and the neon sign
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| I did not ask for love
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| Merely the same mistake
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| Don’t be a fool with that
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| Your useless plastic pistol
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| On my signal, we will drop our stupid
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| Cause and disappear into the night
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| As it stands, we’re trading potions
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| For new potions to be swallowed whole
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| We make the same mistake
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| What to imply?
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| Have you picked a part?
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| Staying in the action
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| Where’s the action?
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| Here we are, drawing straws
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| Taking sides when we aren’t
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| Letting up and letting go
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| Letting up
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| Letting go
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| Manacles and endless lists on a shelf
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| Our wealth, it will be squandered
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| By subtle gusts of cold wind
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| Cars rusting below the bridge
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| And shouts behind the factory
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| At first frightening
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| But it’s just kids beginning
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| To make the same mistakes
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| On an open road
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| On an open road
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| On an open road
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| We make the same mistake |