| Holy smoke, what’s the story
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| Where’s the fire, the clouds of glory?
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| Left or right, right or wrong
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| Turn it off now, turn me on
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| Cars, guitars, mountains, galaxies
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| Comets, planets, strange polarities
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| Gods and demons, boys and girls
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| On the last bus to the end of the world
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| Makes no difference, makes no sense
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| To the sweet young monster over the fence
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| Hearts and flowers, cures and curses
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| Psycho-dramas, dress rehearsals
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| Hold my tongue, bite my lip
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| Let it slide, let it slip
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| Cars, guitars, mountains, galaxies
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| Comets, planets, strange polarities
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| Gods and demons, boys and girls
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| On the last bus to the end of the world
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| Makes no difference, makes no sense
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| Anothe wierd coincidence
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| Keep the secret, play it dumb
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| The roaring silence and the existentialist hum
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| Cars, guitars, mountains, galaxies
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| Comets, planets, strange polarities
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| Gods and demons, boys and girls
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| On the last bus to the end of the world
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| (Of the world)
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| (Come on)
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| (Ah yeah) |