| Keep your eyes on the road on the Glass Passenger
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| And I sing for a traveling band.
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| Where I’ll be tomorrow
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| Is God only knows
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| Seems there’s science at hand
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| But I’ll finish the shows when I land
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| I said hey hey hey
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| We’re all gonna die
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| Hey hey hey
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| We’re all gonna die
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| We’re all gonna die someday.
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| & New England turned gray
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| From the old TLA
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| Through the lenses of my polaroid camera
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| Label looked proud as the new york shows sold out
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| I noticed a change in the wealth
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| It’s getting cold, could you hand me my sweater
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| I said hey hey hey
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| We’re all gonna die
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| Hey hey hey
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| We’re all gonna die
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| We’re all gonna die someday.
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| So keep your eyes on the road, I’m the Glass Passenger
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| I’ve returned to the scene of the crime
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| With my bus and my band, I am taking a stand
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| So sing with me just one more time
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| Yeah, I said hey hey hey, we’re all gonna die
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| Hey hey hey, we’re all gonna die
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| Well I said hey hey hey, we’re all gonna die
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| I said hey hey hey, We’re all gonna die
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| We’re all gonna die someday |