| Fluorescent lights, these hawking rise, out of a short bus he can drive
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| I had a dream, I’ve been reborn somewhere in Thailand
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| Take me in oh South East Wind, I’ll walk right through the rain
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| I could feel you inside, a little bit
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| Cold in the car’s lane, I ain’t getting caught
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| Look at the stars lay, they ain’t gonna drop
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| She be a thrill, another pill, those red lights wash away your feelings
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| I would be kill in order to be found
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| I know it hurts when nothing look your book, she down your pride
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| I could feel you inside, a little bit
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| Cold in the car’s lane, I ain’t getting caught
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| Look at the stars lay, they ain’t gonna drop
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| Drive our ways, been so afraid of getting what I needed
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| But recently I’m slip, I need so, I can’t get down on my knees
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| This time I was right, as it fills me with life
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| I could feel you inside, a little bit
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| Cold in the car’s lane, I ain’t getting caught
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| Look at the stars lay, they ain’t gonna drop
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| Cold in the car’s lane, I ain’t getting caught
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| Look at the stars lay, they ain’t gonna drop |