| I’ll be in heaven when I walk out of my door tonight
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| Driving to nowhere, I’m slipping through a tunnel of light
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| I’ll be your school boy, but the music’s far too loud and I’m afraid of it
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| So we scream as loud as we can now, just to hear a funny sound, a funny sound
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| Driving home at daylight
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me there?
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me away now?
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| Driving home at daylight
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me there?
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me away now?
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| I’ll be in heaven when I walk out of my door tonight
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| Driving to nowhere, I’m slipping through a tunnel of light
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| Driving home at daylight
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me there?
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me away now?
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| Driving home at daylight
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me there?
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| Or is the witching hour trying to take me away now?
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| Oh, if I could only get to you
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| Oh, if I could only get to you
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| Oh, if I could only get to you
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| Oh, if I could only get to you
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| Oh, if I could only get to you
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| Oh, if I could only get to you
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| Oh, if I could only get to you
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| Oh, if I could only get to you |