| I’m heading north, I’m heading home doing 125
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| I close my eyes and count to ten — Ha ha, I’m still alive
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| Perfect, perfect tunnel vision, razor sharp and racing, racing
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| These moments, immortal
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| No one touches this
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| Ch: These things they flow as blood must flow
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| Dust to dust and wind must blow
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| Nothing that I need to know or ever understand
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| These things they flow as blood must flow
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| Dust to dust and wind must blow
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| You can die before you get old
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| But me, I’m going to live forever
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| The music plays, the party swings, the gaiety walls come closing in
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| I catch your eye, you take my hand — out into the night we run
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| Dancing down those dead-end streets — howling at the moon like little kids
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| Out on the grass at the top of the hill, your breath tastes sw.
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| Ch: These things they flow as blood must flow.
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| And if I say I hate this place, don’t take it as personal
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| And just because I want to kill somebody doesn’t mean to say that I will
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| And I don’t think that that makes me crazy and anyway I’m way past caring
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| There’s a ride leaves out of here at nine. |
| What do you say? |
| What do you say?
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| Ch: Tonight we’ll flow as blood must flow
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| And ever, forever … ever, and ever, forever etc |