Rain hits the windshield
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And tires give way
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And for a moment
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Just a moment ...
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And you whisper, you whisper
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"It's your anxiety"
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Tell me why you're scared
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Tell me why you cannot sleep
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And I won't do a thing
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And shore lines spread out infinite
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In four-four time with wasted breath.
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Their spinning heads
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Don't make a dent in you ...
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And you whisper in my ears
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"it's your anxiety"
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Fearlessly we brave the darkest streets that we know.
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Living dead,
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We don't heed a word that they say.
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Fearsome, though we are...
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I still have one on you
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Fearsome Though We Are
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| Age of Rockets |
