Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing…

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Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive…

Connect, eject, and collect respect…

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Preach.

Just another zombie walking blindly through your ghost town…

Riding the outer ring of your own private Saturn, thoughts scattered all across the grey matter…

Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life…

Makelloser Mann, Makelloser Mann…

Monday’s just a bitch, Tuesday’s such a bother, Wednesday’s like watchin’ dead flowers grow…

Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back at the drawing board…

Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?

You say it’s your birthday. Well it’s my birthday too, yeah…

I’ve got a tight grip on reality, but I can’t let go of what’s part of me here…

No one knows what it means, but it’s provocative…

How many licks does it take to get to the center of your universe?

Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes…

We’re bringin’ brighter days, they’re all in line, waitin’ for you…

Don’t ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to…

You’re a goddamn fool, and I love you, yeah I love you…

And I know the night is fading, and I know the time’s gonna fly, and I’m never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you, but I know I’ve got to give it a try…

I’m beggin’ you to beg me…

She didn’t pull the trigger, it just went off…

You believe what you want to believe…