| Found enough ways I can turn, they're all dead ends |
| Not enough sage I can burn to clear my head |
| I'm a dying flower in a dark room |
| Just a quarter of the way through |
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| I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole |
| Let the rain funnel in from the window, right on |
| Sever things that I fight off |
| Watch them crash like glass on the sidewalk, and drive |
| And drive |
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| Where do I go? I've outgrown the face I wear |
| I'm getting over relying on tomorrow to get somewhere |
| I'm a wooden soldier on a table |
| Just a quarter of the way home |
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| I wanna take the wheel of a car that I just stole |
| Let the rain funnel in from the window, right on |
| Sever things that I fight off |
| Watch them crash like glass on the sidewalk, and drive |
| And drive |
| Drive |
| And drive |
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| A thousand tiny fires igniting on a feeling |
| I see them |
| I'll cradle my desires like a child |
| I hear it |
| Oh, they're screaming |
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| To take the wheel of a car that I just stole |
| Let the rain funnel in from the window, right on |
| Sever things that I fight off |
| Watch them crash like glass on the sidewalk, and drive |
| Drive |
| And drive |
| Drive |
| And drive |
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