| Tell him I’m driving, it’s alright
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| Turn on this wheel
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| Turn on headlights
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| A hundred different bibles by my side
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| In my white gown
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| I go flying down
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| Oh my eyes, it cannot be,; |
| He said no, it cannot be
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| All that time, it cannot be,; |
| Easy said, it cannot be
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| The ghosts fly their asses off tonight
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| I’m just driving till it dies
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| Tell him I’m driving, it’s alright
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| You tell him that I had a skin full
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| You tell him that I couldn’t sit still
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| Imagine your whole self is filled with light
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| Your voice ringing out
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| Through the whole fucking town
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| Oh my eyes, it cannot be; |
| He said no, it cannot be
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| All that time, it cannot be; |
| Oh my eyes, it cannot be
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| You tell him I’m driving (X4) |