On and open road and a virgin kick to chaos
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with an angel tattooed to her inner thigh,
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wild eyes reflected, and the neon sign.
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I did not ask for love,
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merely the same mistake
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Don't be a fool with that,
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your useless plastic pistol,
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On my signal, we will drop our stupid
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cause and disappear into the night.
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As it stands, we're trading potions
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for new potions to be swallowed whole.
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We make the same mistake.
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What to imply?
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Have you picked a part?
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Staying in the action.
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Where's the action?
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Here we are, drawing straws,
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taking sides when we aren't
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letting up and letting go.
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Letting up.
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Letting go.
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Manacles and endless lists on a shelf.
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Our wealth, it will be squandered
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by subtle gusts of cold wind,
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cars rusting below the bridge.
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And shouts behind the factory,
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at first frightening,
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but it's just kids beginning
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To make the same mistakes
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On an open road
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On an open road
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On an open road
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We make the same mistake
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Same Mistake
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| Clap Your Hands Say Yeah |
