want a rocket-ship
a james bond style car
want to live free
but i hide in my guitar
ever been to the point
where your pushed past the edge
fall off the cliff
sanitys ledge
hit a fork in the road
and take the psyco path
ha ha fools
nothing last
shoot for the moon
gaze at the stars
raise...
lower...
throw away the bar
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