| Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine
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| Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine
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| It can drive you out of your mind
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| Climb the ladder of your own design in my fire engine
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| Don’t you tell it to go slow or stop
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| You’ve got to work it right up to the top
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| A piercing bolt of neon red
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| Explodes on fire inside your head
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| Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine
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| Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine
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| Boiling rhythms making your ears ring
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| Rounding the corners you can feel the ring of my fire engine
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| Close your eyes and you erase
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| Your image you no longer chase
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| A fiery flood engulfs your brain
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| And drowns your thoughts with scarlet rain
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| Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine
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| Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine
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| It can drive you out of your mind
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| Climb the ladder of your own design in my fire engine |