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Drive |
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With a plan of escape |
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Fire, |
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Blood and fire in my wake |
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No pretension, I know that I'm running away |
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But what can I say? |
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I drive to escape the weight of the world |
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But there's no more love than hate |
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here on this road |
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Drive |
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With a plan of escape |
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Fire, |
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Blood and fire in my wake |
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No pretension, I know that it won't be okay. |
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But what can I say? |
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What more can I say? |
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I drive to escape the weight of the world |
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But there's no more love than hate |
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here on this road |
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No more love than hate here on this road |
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Today I'm gonna come to terms |
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with what I have done |
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There's no salvation, |
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but I've learned that there's nowhere... |
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There's nowhere to run |
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I drive to escape the weight of the world |
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But you know |
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I always make my way back home... |
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To the weight of the world |
