| With all your vice and volume the whole of last week
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| The plastic pretenders to paradise speak
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| Of your fictions of triumph and legends of pain
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| The sense that you’d left you’d be back once again
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| There’s a glint in your eyes and the sky starts to laugh
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| It’s two to one you never did things by half
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| And I’m out on the rooftops yelling your name
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| Cos without you this town will be too much the same
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| You went driving in the rain
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| I’ll never see you again
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| There’s nothing in the air left to compare
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| To all of your passion and genius pain
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| You went driving in the rain
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| I’ll never see you again
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| There was talk of an illness that came by surprise
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| The papers did penance, the whole town took sides
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| Oh, but it was your dancing and mischievous mind
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| And then we were shot of you, but no-one's that blind
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| And there’s flowers have bloomed down the side of your street
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| Where you and your demons did openly meet
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| And I hope it’s wide open where you’ve got to
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| There’s closed minds in this town that couldn’t accept you
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| You went driving in the rain
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| I’ll never see you again
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| There’s nothing in the air left to compare
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| To all of your passion and genius pain
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| You went driving in the rain
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| I’ll never see you again
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| They’re making excuses, the reasons, the facts
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| They’re reasoning how long you’ll take to come back
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| But there’s guilt in their prayers, maybe shame in their pride
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| They know it was no fault of yours down inside
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| They say steps can’t be retraced cos tracks disappear
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| And there’d be no welcome for you back here
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| Because you were the worst side of everyone’s soul
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| They had to get rid or face up to the cold
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| You went driving in the rain
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| I’ll never see you again
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| There’s nothing in the air left to compare
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| To all of your passion and genius pain
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| You went driving in the rain
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| I’ll never see you again |