Hunting thunder on a hunch and a lightning sighting
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Stevie's alone tonight
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She's paid a cab to zig-zag L.A.
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While she sings Landslide to herself
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Apologies and promises ride a fine white line
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It's a quiet night, the city's mine
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We're driving on till dawn
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And discovery on my mind's design
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Perpetual never and forever
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Versus repressive tolerance
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This trap we're in is spectacular
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Its only escape's constant devotion to details of its design
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Perpetual never and forever
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And this cab's backseat's just one more throne of mine
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The Storm On Her Birthday
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| Make Believe |
