Cubscouts are screaming,
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Needing icescreaming and all the pleasures of June
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I? in a parked car.
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Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls.
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Now it is night time maybe we?e cruising avoiding the anti-cruise.
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Oh I don? really know where we are.
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If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
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By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.
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Once in a while the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears,
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Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid.
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Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear.
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Well I?l just go under the water.
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If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
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By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion.
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So don? leave me here on my own.
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So don? leave me here on my own.
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If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
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By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion
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Feeling Oblivion
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Turin Brakes |