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ever since i pulled over i've been looking for you in the strangest places |
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with desperation painted on my face and i'm shaking |
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as i check every car window in the parking lot |
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swallowing these ashes whole and know that soon i'll be en route to the hospital |
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you'd think i've got it all 'til tires start to crawl |
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i'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental |
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getting high in a borrowed car |
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listening to the songs that got me this far |
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into my own head |
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just thinking of this, always thinking of this |
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put on a pair of sunglasses that turn february grey into everything yellow |
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you'll always want to see as much of the sky as possible |
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you'd think i've got it all 'til tires start to crawl |
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i'm asleep and the wheel, this binge is monumental |
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and i feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt |
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asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental |
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greet the world with a po-po-po-poker face |
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through empty bottles in haze |
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they won't suspect a thing now will they? |
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itemize your life in a panicked state so you can sleep at night |
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and dream about never turning old and grey |
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catching my breath now seems so useless |
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as airplane conversations 'cause i enjoy toiling |
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in all of my frustration |
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you'd think i've got it all 'til tires start to crawl |
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i'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental |
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and i feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt |
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asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental |
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our skin is peeling from the searing steel surrounding us |