| Trajectory is everything to me
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| I only care where I’m going
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| Can’t remember where I’ve been
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| Now I’m sewing all my seams into
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| Make believe
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| I’ve been trying really hard to spin this
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| Fantasy
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| Battling the come down
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| Are we high still
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| I can’t tell
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| Spinning our tires deeper into the ground
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| Summoning for help
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| Come to me my disciples
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| And follow me to hell
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| If I can’t get you there I promise
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| You’ll still serve me well
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| Past the point of retreat
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| We’ll blow off some steam down on Richmond street
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| Just hold in your sighs
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| I know all of the guys
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| Working the doors and those patio lights
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| They’ll light us up for an eternity
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| You don’t even have to pay me back
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| You’re a Richmond street rollercoaster
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| Shake it up till it’s over
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| That east Adelaide scene
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| I tried to leave but it followed me
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| Gone and got myself clean
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| But you could never let me be
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| Without you I wouldn’t have anyone
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| I’d just be one of those lonely drunks
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| Laid out in the back seat
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| Battling the come down
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| Are we high still
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| I can’t tell
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| Spinning our tires deeper into the ground
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| Summoning for help
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| Come to me my disciples
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| And follow me to hell
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| If I can’t get you there I promise
|
| You’ll still serve me well
|
| Past the point of retreat
|
| We’ll blow off some steam down on Richmond street
|
| Just hold in your sighs
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| I know all of the guys
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| Working the doors and those patio lights
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| They’ll light us up for an eternity
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| You don’t even have to pay me back
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| Home alone
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| Fighting a concussion
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| Seeing double
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| Justified
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| You were born to run
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| But not from me
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| Another mouthy kid
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| Laid out on Richmond street
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| Have another drink on me
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| Have another night on me
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| Have another drink
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| You were hit by that rollercoaster we call Richmond street |