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Headed for Paradise.
It's time to ride.
For us, there's nothing left here.
This stage is dusty,
and our costumes too lavish.
There are no palaces;
no golden shrines;
No fights for Justice;
There is no peace--
that is great enough
to amuse us any longer.
So let's climb aboard your cycle,
and ride with a laugh
let out carefree to the world--
with no where to go,
we'll finally look away-
Because Looking Back,
We could've just said
we left:
Headed for Zooropa-
in a
Honey of a Heartbeat.
It's time to ride.
For us, there's nothing left here.
This stage is dusty,
and our costumes too lavish.
There are no palaces;
no golden shrines;
No fights for Justice;
There is no peace--
that is great enough
to amuse us any longer.
So let's climb aboard your cycle,
and ride with a laugh
let out carefree to the world--
with no where to go,
we'll finally look away-
Because Looking Back,
We could've just said
we left:
Headed for Zooropa-
in a
Honey of a Heartbeat.
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Re-written old stuff to go with the mood! 
i wanna go off to italy and take a tour on a moped dressed like an indian princess..... lol.
i wanna go off to italy and take a tour on a moped dressed like an indian princess..... lol.
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Sometimes when I'm driving, and I stop at a gas station in a strange town I look around and think about the people that live there. I think about which little things in that town must make it feel like home to them, and I realize that it's easy for a place to be home. That I could just drive and drive until I run out of gas, and then stay wherever I end up. This makes me feel like that. Thanks.