| The chariot broke down again
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| Stirring the reigns we can’t control
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| Since the storm is everywhere
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| When it stops we’ll never know
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| Mr. treasurer did we lose that much
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| I guess we lost all that fire
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| Didn’t look that much inspired
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| I’m always dreaming of perfect weather
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| Where the harmonies can dance forever
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| To the touch to the sound, we’ll sing it louder
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| The other half of all our dreams
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| Covered by curtains somewhere
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| Our hopes are on this road we chose
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| Where it rains and it’s always cold
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| Mr. driver steady as she goes
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| Stay awake for sixteen hours
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| Where conversation can turn sour
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| I’m always dreaming of perfect weather
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| Where the harmonies can dance forever
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| To the touch to the sound, we’ll sing it louder
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| The crickets outside have never been louder before
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| With cold staring eyes that pick a side
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| Paid five bucks at the door
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| It’s easy to just cry out for more
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| We might as well just wake up the town
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| And tear the rug off this floor
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| I’m always dreaming of perfect weather
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| Where the harmonies can dance forever
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| To the touch to the sound, we’ll sing it louder |