The rain begins,
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The tide it pulls,
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And it drags me down,
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It doesn't end.
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Keep rollin' in. x2
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Alone you float,
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She wont let go,
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And it spins you out,
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Keep rollin' in. x3
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Underneath a web of satellites,
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[keep rollin' in]
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Concrete structures puncture holes in the sky,
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Nothing lives here, and no one comes here anymore.
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[keep rollin' in]
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Redesign me;
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I lost your grip, peeled apart by the owed.
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Stick beside me, on the road.
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Redesign me;
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I lost my grip, peeled apart by the owed.
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Stick beside me, on the road.
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[she winks and glows]
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If I could run from this I swear, I'd take you with me,
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But this place has got the best of us again,
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And it wont, just go away,
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We're driving in, with our hearts half mast and there's nothing left to say,
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Redesign me;
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I lost your grip, peeled apart by the owed.
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Stick beside me, on the road,
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Redesign me;
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I lost your grip, peeled apart by the owed.
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Stick beside me, on the road.
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Keep rollin' in.
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Antarctica
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| The Bled |
