| Never trust one that doesn’t like fireworks
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| Won’t go swimming and sleeps on their back
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| Couldn’t trust one that doesn’t trust anyone
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| Scared of flying and heart attacks
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| You gotta check that self preservation
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| Or make it small enough to carry on
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| I’m guessing it won’t play out like Capra
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| But it won’t turn into Peckingpah
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| You need to know we’re not at war
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| Let your guard down
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| Let your guard down
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| You know we’ve got a drive ahead of us
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| All the way to another state
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| I’m thinking that a change of scenery
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| Might shine a light on what you hate
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| So take the wicks and tie 'em together
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| It’s gotta be louder than before
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| I think it’s time to lose that body armor
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| It won’t protect you because we’re not at war
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| We’re not at war
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| Let your guard down
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| And jump in, and blow up
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| And get out, and throw up
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| And get burnt, and mess up
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| And get caught, and fess up |