Feeling kinda sickly cause a too much fun I wasn't like the only one Feeling kinda sickly cause a too much fun I wasn't like the only one Crawling on the edge of a dark moon trip The second time around and you think you might slip Off this peak you're climbing But the limo man he just kept drivin' Meltin' down the music cause the heat's on high They said we might all get by Meltin' down the music cause the heat's on high They said we might all get by Tryin' for the handle of what you mean The skies resembling some mirror dream Madness a sea of fire shinin' But the limo man he just kept drivin' Boorman the Chauffeur (Boorman the Chauffeur) Boorman the Chauffeur (Boorman the Chauffeur) Boorman the Chauffeur (Life this ride it's is a fantasy) (Boorman the Chauffeur) Boorman the Chauffeur (Dreams they change I can hardly see) (Boorman the Chauffeur) The guitars played in a trance And left us dying into a dance SOLO Starin' down the barrel of his sole shotgun I thought it was time to run Starin' down the barrel of his sole shotgun I thought it was time to run Fugitive from living's the way to be Speedin' down the miles and you pay the fee In circles of confusion they're cryin' But the limo man he just kept drivin'
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