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Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
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The last thing that your hands will feel
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Your final flight can't be delayed
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No earth, just sky it's so surreal
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Your pink fat lips let go a scream
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You fry and melt I love the scene
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Sometimes I fantasise
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When the streets are cold and lonely
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And the cars they burn below me
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Don't these times fill your eyes
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When the streets are cold and lonely
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And the cars they burn below me
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Are you all alone
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Is anybody home?
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I'm standing warm against the cold
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Now that the flames have taken hold
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At least you left your life in style
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And for far as I can see
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Ten twisted grills grin back at me
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Bad money dies I love the scene
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Sometimes I fantasise
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When the streets are cold and lonely
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And the cars they burn below me
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Don't these times fill your eyes
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When the streets are cold and lonely
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And the cars they burn below me
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Are you all alone
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Is anybody home?
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Sometimes I fantasise
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When the streets are cold and lonely
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And the cars they burn below me
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Don't these times fill your eyes
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When the streets are cold and lonely
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And the cars they burn below me
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Are you all alone
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Are you made of stone?
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Made Of Stone
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Stone Roses |