| I don’t know why my heart beats so fast, ‘cos I’m giving it up,
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| I never knew it would hurt me so bad in the breaking up.
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| I saw myself as you saw me, I never hated so much,
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| Accelerator asshole, me, I never thought enough about,
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| Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
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| I don’t know why my heart beats so fast, ‘cos I’m giving you up.
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| I took a left at the crossroads, I got a little sinister streak,
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| Nought to six-six-sixty in a matter of weeks.
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| I come apart in the breaking up, I really gotta freak,
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| I made a pact with the Dark Lord, man, I made a sacrifice, I got,
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| Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
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| I took a left at the crossroads, the diabolical street.
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| Well maybe it’s in my heart,
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| Black in the comets that I read.
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| If I could shut away this sad world.
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| Obsession becomes the driver, both hands chained to the wheel,
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| I got trajectory, but someone left home today without a heart.
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| And look it’s me.
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| Reason to burn, no right turn, I blew it.
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| Available for sympathy, and not that I’d let you, but stop me going through
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| with it.
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| With a hit.
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| A thousand reasons to pull over and I can’t find the brake.
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| Hold on me,
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| He Who Drives Backwards has got a hold on me.
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| He! |
| I gotta tell you it muddies my karma when I fuck up in this way,
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| But drive on, do not delay.
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| Why does it always seem one way?
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| When I’m on my way, yeah,
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| Evil’s in my way.
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| I still get my kicks from the treble-six
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| I got a hit of the burning tyres, I got a hit of the clutch,
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| I got a hit from the chalice, I got a church burning lust.
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| I left you back in the wreckage, I left you spinning out of touch,
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| Gunned it out of the pile up, I gotta rev it up into,
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| Evil days when I’m on my way, evil’s in my way, evil days, ok!
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| I got a hit of the burning tyres, In Satan We Trust.
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| I still get my kicks from the treble-six,
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| I still get my kicks from the Devil’s tricks. |