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I've got a pocketbook for the beats in my mind

I've got a bottle of red and I drink all through the night

I've got gallons of fuel to drive me to where I like

to the north to the west, wherever it feels right

I want to step outside and watch the fire brighten

I want to ride the highway and scream into your face

that it's allright

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when the spark hits the bottom

it takes me by surprise

the engine of your foolish heart is the zero train

you can't restrain and that's allright