Headlights and red eyes, a warm beer between your thighs.
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Mess of pills, Hollywood hills, the red lights.
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Read me my rights.
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Going in a circle, getting tighter every turn.
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Think you're getting better but you're never quite sure.
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Say it's all ahead of you.
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How far can you see?
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When you're living on your knees.
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Driver, please, find your feet.
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The light's green but you spaced the keys.
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You're going fast but it won't last.
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You're all speed and no gas.
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Going in a circle, never getting to the point.
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Burning up the atmosphere, my rocket ship boy.
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You say there's a finish line, but you're already beat
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'cause you're living on your knees.
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Rocket boy, my only son, you look so sad, but you're so young.
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You get so high. You're all alone, rocket boy, come home.
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Notebook, some notes you took.
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A bit hit, with a cooked hook.
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Your best friend is you again.
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You can't win but you won't give in.
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Going in a circle, getting lower every time.
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Say it isn't hurting but I never see you smile.
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Asking for the doctor and I'm calling you a priest
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'cause you're living on your knees.
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Rocket boy, you burn so bright,
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and I believe you lie so beautifully when you get high.
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You're all alone, rocket boy, come home.
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Dad, it's me, again. I hate to call.
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Could you come down?
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There's been an accident.
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"Were you involved?"
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"Yes, sir, no. Sir, they say I was."
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Got home, cried alone.
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The video will surely show.
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No one knows.
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I came this close to being me, but I lost us both.
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Going in a circle and it's keeping you around.
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You've been here forever but you've never been found.
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You didn't want a witness
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and I didn't want to see you living on your knees.
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Rocket boy.
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Rocket Boy
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| Jets To Brazil |
