| I don’t like these thrills
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| They just bring me down
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| They just bring me down
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| I get in my car
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| It pushes me around
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| It pushes me around, around, around
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| Around, around, around, around, around
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| Around, around, around, around, around
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| I show up to work
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| And I eat my meal
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| They don’t make a sound, a sound, a sound
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| A sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| I show up to work
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| And I eat my meal
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| My name is London and I rose from the dark side
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| And I came to Melrose in a car ride
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| Lookin' out the window on a far ride
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| Far out, far out like The Far Side
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| On my scanner, looking for some land to
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| Explore cause the place so bored and the canvas
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| All quiet, the people outside
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| But they still inside so they still just stammer
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| They don’t make a sound, a sound, a sound
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| A sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| Survive, survive
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| I need you to survive
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| Oh make it out
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| Oh make it out
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| Oh make it outhe
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| Survive
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| Survive |