| Violence brewing, violence brewing
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| I can feel it in the air
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| The sun’s sure hot, violence is brewing
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| And I can feel it everywhere
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| As I head into the winding road
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| And I remembered I was told
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| To soak yourself into despair
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| And don’t ever wonder why
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| I’ve been spinning
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| I can’t win and
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| I’m hanging all around a light
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| The sun’s sure hot, lilacs are in bloom
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| And I can smell them on you dear
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| Now what you been doing?
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| I’ve been stewing, I haven’t seen you for a couple of years
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| And I laid into the highway’s curve
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| What I hold when I swerve
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| I looked, my eyes beyond the path
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| And I didn’t wonder why
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| I’ve been spinning
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| I can’t win and
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| I’m hanging all around a light
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| Around the bend, see you there
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| Around the bend, a dead end
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| Around the bend,
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| When you get drunk you look so great
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| But it’s too late, I’m fine
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| I’ve been wishing
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| There was someone who remembered me
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| And did not wonder why
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| Or what terrible luck
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| I’ve been spinning
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| I can’t win and
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| I’m hanging all around a light
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| Around a light |