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Sleeping in
Rented beds
Suitcase full of karma all frontiers and drama
Two hands against the wheel
Two Hands against the wheel
Cooling towers, wild flowers
Shadows of an empty bar echo like an orchestra
Scratching out our names
Two hands, against the wheel
I know you don't care for rules
They're torn up and used for fuel
Kissing hysterical
Waiting, waiting for a miracle
Roll on, gentle song
Lights blur through sleeping eye, midnight is a lonely ride
Deep breath and a steady hand, strangers to a foreign land
Suitcase full of karma, all frontiers and drama
Two hands against the wheel
Two hands against the wheel
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