| Everyone’s had their icebergs slowly melt away
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| Nursing bottles of vodka just to swallow the wake
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| Well thank God for the asphalt with it’s yellow lines clear
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| The driving gets dark sometimes but the headlights are always sincere
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| Oh, gasoline I need gasoline
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| Stuck on the side of the road
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| Gasoline I need gasoline
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| To burn my way back home
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| Back home
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| It’s hard to feel the raindrops a’swimmin' under the sea
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| Searching hands are reaching out while the surface, well, it flirts with our
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| feet
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| Oh, gasoline I need gasoline
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| Stuck on the side of the road
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| Gasoline I need gasoline
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| To burn my way back home
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| I’m rhyming the reasons and pickin' up pieces now
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| I’m walking in weakness, oh I’m breakin' down, I’m breakin' down
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| I’m rhyming the reasons and pickin' up pieces now
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| I’m walking in weakness, oh I’m breakin' down, I’m breakin' down
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| Oh, gasoline I need gasoline
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| Stuck on the side of the road
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| Gasoline I need gasoline
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| To burn my way
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| Oh to burn my way
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| Oh to burn my way back home |