| News travels fast, there’s an old wreck in the underpass
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| Wine in a glass and a well traveled bed down the length
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| And breadth of the motorway down the information highway
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| I took a ride in an angel’s heap
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| Yeah, I took a ride and she took me away
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| To where the hills are steep, yeah, I took a ride
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| In the still mind of a child there’s a live bird on her shoulder
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| She could swallow a lie like she’s drinking a flagon of beer
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| I’ll never be the same again, let the black wheels fly over
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| I took a ride in an angel’s heap and she took me away
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| To where the air was sweet and she made me come alive
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| In a red vinyl seat, yeah, I took a ride, let the black wheels fly over |