Ice in the morning
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Melting wilder from the sunlight
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Ice in the evening
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Freezes traces of the moonlight
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You feel a pressure building pleasure
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In your own right
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But they couldn't repair
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And it wouldn't be fair
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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You build a fever
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Trying not to loose your eyesight
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And in the clouds
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There is a place you call your own... right
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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Sleep a war away
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And wake to breathe the acid rain
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But they couldn't repair
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And it wouldn't be fair
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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Get it on the left, get it on the right
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Get it on the left, you've got to get it right
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And under blackened clouds
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The doctor waits to call you
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And in the waiting room
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The nurses start to maul you
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But you couldn't repair
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And it wouldn't be... fair
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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My destination is.. my destination is alright
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Get it on the left, get it on the right
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Get it on the left, you've got to get it right
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My Destination
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Holy Mother |