| I’m pedal to the metal, make no mistake
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| This is my pity party, pity party
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| And I’m living out of time, eternal heatstroke
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| Spiritual revolt from the waist down, from the waist down
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| I’m just a full tank away from freedom
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| Spitfire…
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| These are the last blues we’re ever gonna have
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| Let’s see how deep we get
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| The glow of the cities below lead us back
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| To the places that we never should have left
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| The last blues we’re ever gonna have
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| Let’s see how deep we’ll get
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| The glow of the cities below lead us back
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| To the places that we never should have left
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| I got a feeling inside that I can’t domesticate
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| It doesn’t wanna live in a cage, a feeling that I can’t housebreak
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| And I’m yours 'til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll Away,
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| I’m struggling to exist with you and without you, yeah
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| I’m just a full tank away from freedom
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| Spitfire…
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| These are the last blues we’re ever gonna have
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| Let’s see how deep we get
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| The glow of the cities below lead us back
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| To the places that we never should have left
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| The last blues we’re ever gonna have
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| Let’s see how deep we’ll get
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| The glow of the cities below lead us back
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| To the places that we never should have left
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| I’m sifting through sand, sand, sand, sand
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| Looking for pieces of broken hourglass
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| Trying to get it all back, put it back together
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| As if the time had never passed
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| I know I should walk away, know I should walk away
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| But I just want to let you break my brain
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| And I can’t seem to get a grip
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| No matter how I live with it
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| These are the last blues…
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| Yeah…
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| The glow of the cities below lead us back
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| To the places that we never should have left
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| The last blues we’re ever gonna have
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| Let’s see how deep we’ll get
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| The glow of the cities below lead us back
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| To the places that we never should have left
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last
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| The last, the last, the last |