| Melted wax on the seats inside
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| Fingers crossed, this old girl can make it
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| Cover your eyes, now the sky is burning
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| Grip that chair so tightly, might break it
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| And now there’s fire in the fields and the swaying pines
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| Hold your breath, it’s about to get a little wavy
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| Torch the place and the book of lies
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| All these roads seem to lead to somewhere crazy
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| Crazy, oh-oh
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| Ooh, well it seems we landed on the right stone
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| At the wrong time, oh
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| Ooh, well it seems we landed on the right stone
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| At the wrong time, hey, yeah
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| Birds lift into the season’s flight
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| Heard them say this old stone’s amazing
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| Stuttering words now my mind is bursting
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| Miss that time we shared an oasis
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| And now there’s fire in the fields and the swaying pines
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| Hold your breath, it’s about to get a little wavy
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| Torch the place and the book of lies
|
| All these roads seem to lead to somewhere crazy
|
| Crazy, oh-oh
|
| Ooh, well it seems we landed on the right stone
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| At the wrong time, oh
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| Ooh, well it seems we landed on the right stone
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| At the wrong time, hey, yeah
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| Hey, do you really mind?
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| Hey, do you really mind?
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| It seems we landed on the right stone
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| At the wrong time, oh
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| Ooh, well it seems we landed on the right stone
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| At the wrong time, hey, yeah |