| What a mess in the space
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| You set your hair on fire again
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| In the rustiness of your age
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| Another rider up in flames
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| Move in on you in a most sick century
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| And now you know you’ve got to know
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| And now you know you just can’t run
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| And now you know it’s all to nothing and it’s over
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| And now you know you’ve got to know
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| And now you know you just can’t run
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| And now you know it’s all to nothing and it’s over
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| You’re the girl who nicked my cage
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| Hangin' on with the fingernails
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| And I see the blind come quick then fade
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| Another rider up in flames
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| Move in on you in a most sick century
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| And now you know you’ve got to know
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| And now you know you just can’t run
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| And now you know it’s all to nothing and it’s over
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| And now you know you’ve got to know
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| And now you know you just can’t run
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| And now you know it’s all to nothing and it’s over
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| Move in on you
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| Move in on you
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| Move in on you |