| Here comes the moon to pacify
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| Here are the stars to guide me by
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| As the loneliness creeps through my veins tonight, I get pacified
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| Where will I go when the riptide comes
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| A dead radio but the engine runs
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| As the loneliness creeps through my veins tonight, I get pacified
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| As the loneliness creeps, I get paralysed
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| On the loneliest drive
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| On the loneliest drive
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| On the loneliest drive of my life
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| Run and become before the sun goes down
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| The things that I’ve done will leave my mark around
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| The radio shreeks and through the lightning strike
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| A sweat covered creeps out on the roads tonight
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| As the loneliness sleeps through my veins tonight, I get pacified
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| As the loneliness creeps, I get paralysed
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| On the loneliest drive, on the loneliest drive, on the loneliest drive, I
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| I roll with the punches, I slip through the slime
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| I roll with the punches, I self define
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| As the loneliness sleeps through my veins tonight, I get pacified
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| As the loneliness creeps, I get paralysed
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| On the loneliest drive, on the loneliest drive, on the loneliest drive
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| Here comes the moon to pacify
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| Here are the stars to guide me by |