| Making my plans to rule the world
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| Driving alone on Bridgetown Road
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| Cracks in the house and shattered windows
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| Covington was more like home
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| Thunder in the blue skies
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| Lightning in the daylight
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| Storm clouds in our eyes (Eyes, eyes)
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| Tidal waves in my heart
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| Earthquakes in the still dark
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| Eclipses in the night
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| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| Feast or famine
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| Running these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| Feast or famine
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| Caught up in the headlights
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| Shadow in the moonlight
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| Breakdown, breakdown
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| Going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| It’s only feast or famine
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| (Oh-whoa-oh)
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| It’s only feast or famine
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| (Oh-whoa-oh)
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| When we were young we took the chances
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| That our parents never did
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| Breaking the glass, we made mistakes
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| And never thought too much of it
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| Thunder in the blue skies
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| Lightning in the daylight
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| Storm clouds in our eyes
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| Tidal waves in my heart
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| Earthquakes in the still dark
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| Eclipses in the night
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| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| Feast or famine
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| Running these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| Feast or famine
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| Caught up in the headlights
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| Shadow in the moonlight
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| Breakdown, breakdown
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| Going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| It’s only feast or famine
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| (Oh-whoa-oh)
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| It’s only feast or famine
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| (Oh-whoa-oh)
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| Sometimes you know it’s hard to breathe
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| Temptation makes it hard to see
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| The more I feel, the more I starve
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| I drank the darkness with the stars
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| My bones are all that’s left of me
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| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| Feast or famine
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| Running these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| Feast or famine
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| Caught up in the headlights
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| Shadow in the moonlight
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| Breakdown, breakdown
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| Going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh
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| It’s only feast or famine
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| (Oh-whoa-oh)
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| It’s only feast or famine
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| (Oh-whoa-oh) |