| Well it’s five-oh-five
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| And baby I’m just alive
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| Because the way they drive
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| It’s terrifying
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| Mama hurts my head
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| Wishes I was dead
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| Lying in her bed
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| Cursing and crying
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| Oh the gasoline
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| It’s a painful thing
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| 'Cause every drop I drink
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| Cuts me to the bone and muscle
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| But the show goes on
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| For all the cars and horns
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| And I hear them call
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| «We love it, we love it, we love-love-love it»
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| For the money
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| Blowing and blowing
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| Three foot blasts of fire
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| Desperation
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| Means that I’m blowing
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| Three foot blasts of fire
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| Three foot blasts of fire
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| I’m a blowing, I’m a blowing, I’m a blowing
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| I’m a blowing, I’m a blowing my time
|
| Well it’s five-oh-five
|
| And baby I’m just alive
|
| Because the way they drive
|
| It’s terrifying
|
| Mama hurts my head
|
| Wishes I was dead
|
| Lying in her bed
|
| Cursing and crying
|
| Oh the gasoline
|
| For all the cars and horns
|
| And I hear them call
|
| «We love it, we love it, we love-love-love it»
|
| For the money
|
| Blowing and blowing
|
| Three foot blasts of fire
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| Desperation
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| Means that I’m blowing
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| Three foot blasts of fire
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| Three foot blasts of fire
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| (For the money baby)
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| (Desperation)
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| (Blowing, blowing, blowing)
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| I’m blowing my life, blowing my life away
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| Three foot blasts of fire
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| I’m a blowing, I’m a blowing, I’m a blowing
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| I’m a blowing, I’m a blowing my time
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| Upon my three foot blasts of fire
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| I’m blowing my life away
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| I’m blowing my life away
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| I’m blowing my life away
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| I’m blowing my life away
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| I’m blowing my life away
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| I’m blowing my life away |