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In line wasting time
Stand by, won't let you fall behind
Loose the hold
We're out of control
Loose the fold
Get out of the road
Frozen on the spot
Running until the ground is hot
Loose the hold
We're out of control
Loose the fold
Get out of the road
Drawn from a well of fury
Far from a Hell that's scary
In practical use and properly guided
Reactions can be more safely ignited
Loose the hold
We're out of control
Loose the fold
Get out of the road
Unstable to be a pent up propellant
You don't even need to use an accelerant
Loose the hold
We're out of control
Loose the fold
Get out of the road
Drawn from a well of fury
Far from a Hell that's scary
All for a focused purpose
Tragedy brought to the surface
When the sun is high it can only lower
And fall on its spectacular solar flares
Leaves that change their colour
Will soon become never duller
And that's the time that I'm too disinclined to care
Flames about to die burning at their brightest
Kiss the wind in incendiary fanfare
The green fields of tomorrow
Will soon be laid out to fallow
And that's the time that I've no peace of mind to care
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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