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Everybody's on their way to heaven
Everybody's  gotta die to get there
Everybody  knows
The only way to go is to set up a private show

Everybody lies to stay together
Still,  everybody tries to stay together
Meet  me on the road‚ the only thing I know
I've gotta take for us to go

'Cause  I'd rather not drive
'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried
And I'd rather not sleep
'Cause I know that I'll have fevers in my dreams

Everybody's  waiting on the weather
Trying to set up a private show
Waiting on the sun
Driving to the Pilot for their candy and their guns

Everybody wants to keep the lights on
But everybody doesn't have a choice
Everybody knows
The bus to Hampton Roads is where you're gonna lose your voice

'Cause I'd rather not drive
'Cause it's been a thousand years since I last tried
And I'd rather not sleep
'Cause I know that I'll just see you in my dreams

And I'll see you at my‚ see you at my show
And the more that I know
The more I can control
And I'll see you in shimmering light
Saying "Hey little mountains"- I finally found you
I'm finally alone
Come on‚ let's go

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