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Sun on the estate spending Saturdays |
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Tinkering with the engine, planning our escape |
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Over dream landscape, souping up the engine |
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We become everyone |
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Everyone is to blame for everything |
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And everything is impossible to maintain |
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To maintain |
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I think of you my angel, driving home this evening |
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And I put my faith in the engine as you drive towards the light |
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Oncoming beams become beams going by |
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We become everyone |
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Everyone is to blame for everything |
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And everything is impossible to maintain |
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To maintain, to maintain |
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We become everyone |
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Everyone is to blame for everything |
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And everything |
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We become everyone |
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Everyone is to blame for everything |
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And everything |
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We become everyone |
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Everyone is to blame for everything |
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And everything is impossible to maintain |
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To maintain, to maintain |
