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Lyrics
DC 9
Written by Ed Jurdi and Gordy Quist
Oh I'm in a lot of trouble
Can't find a face that knows my name
A victim in a lost dimension
Take me back from where I came
Promise not to keep a secret?
Because I just might tell
That the last train left the station
About half-past quarter to hell
I would be just fine, if I could stop the slide
Fly back home on a DC 9
Stuck inside a revelation
Revolution fought off-stage
Balance all the weight of confusion
Enough wisdom, but not enough age
Promise not to keep a secret?
Because I just might tell
That the last train left the station
About half-past quarter to hell
I would be just fine, if I could stop the slide
Fly back home on a DC 9
The last train left the station about half-past quarter to hell
I would be just fine, if I could stop the slide
Fly back home on a DC 9
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