| No turning back stuck in traffic on the tarmac
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| Play a show in our straitjackets
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| Land on the highway and try to drive drunk
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| Wearing leopard Chinese handcuffs
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| Gonna pave our own roads
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| Make ourselves at home
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| If we’re stuck on a plane
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| We’re skydiving to the show
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| It’s such a beautiful world
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| Sometimes it’s all such a blur
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| We wanna see you at our next show
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| What’s a jughandle keep getting turned around
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| Roll down the window smoke a cigarette
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| The words are all wrong
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| We keep fucking up the chords
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| But still we play the song for your first dance
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| Gonna build our own stage
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| Like back in the day let
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| Them say what they say
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| We’re gonna play what we play
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| It’s such a beautiful world
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| Sometimes it’s all such a blur
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| We wanna see you at our next show
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| Gonna push our luck
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| Come on you can keep up
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| 'Cause in the end we’ll all walk off in the sun
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| When we can’t take the heat
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| We can steal the kitchen sink
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| From the oasis by the side of the road
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| We’ll have our head in the clouds
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| Wear our hair upside down
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| So let the good times roll
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| Mission to ground control
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| It’s such a beautiful world
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| Sometimes it’s all such a blur
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| We wanna see you at our next show
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| It’s such a beautiful world
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| Sometimes it’s all such a blur
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| We wanna see you at our next show |