| Emma’s come down.
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| She’s stopped the light
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| Shining out of her eyes.
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| Emma’s been run out on.
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| She’s breaking down
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| In so many places,
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| Stuck in low gears
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| Because of her fears
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| Of the skidding wheels,
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| (The skid of her wheels she feels.)
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| Skidding wheels,
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| (The skid of her wheels she feels.)
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| Skidding wheels.
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| (Wheel-skidding feeling.)
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| Her heart is there,
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| But they’ve greased the road.
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| Her heart is there,
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| But she’s no control.
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| Come on, you’ve got to use your flow.
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| You know what it’s like, and you know you want to go.
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| Don’t drive too slowly.
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| Don’t put your blues where your shoes should be.
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| Don’t put your foot on the heartbrake.
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| She’s losing that inner flame.
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| It was burning bright,
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| But she’s losing the fight fast.
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| She’s only herself to blame.
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| Remember yourself,
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| And remember Georgie.
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| But she’s so O.D.'d on weeping
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| And she can hardly see
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| She’s dropping beads.
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| (Red, red glass is bleeding.)
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| Dropping beads.
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| (Red, red glass is bleeding.)
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| Dropping beads.
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| (Red, red on the parquet.)
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| Her heart is out there,
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| But they’ve greased the road.
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| Her heart is out there,
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| But she’s no control.
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| Oh, come on, you’ve got to use your flow.
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| You know what it’s like, and you know you want to go.
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| Don’t drive too slowly.
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| Don’t put your blues where your shoes should be.
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| Don’t put your foot on the heartbrake.
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| Oh, come on, you’ve got to use your flow.
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| You know what it’s like, and you know you want to go.
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| Don’t drive too slowly.
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| Don’t put your blues where your shoes should be.
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| Don’t put your foot on the heartbrake. |