when the gravel turns to oil and you're sliding
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was it your intention to be part of it all
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or to never take part at all
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and now you won't be bothered with your past
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but it was never my intention to push you away
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so light the torches and turn the ringer off
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let's get back, yeah we gotta get back
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to where we once belonged
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be what may
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this hunt for something worth while to make us stick
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well our goal is getting fuzzy
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and our hopes are running dry
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it's all a matter of finding the other half of your brain
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and the whole of your heart
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so these optimistic songs we hear they mean nothing at all
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because things will never be ok this way
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so scrimp and save
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and blow your fingernails dry
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and some of the guilt away
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but you know that he's coming
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be what may
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Phantom Rider
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| Cruiserweight |
