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At least you know |
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You were taken by a pro |
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I know just how you feel |
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She talked a perfect game |
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Deflecting all the blame |
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You took the jack |
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And changed the flat |
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And got behind the wheel |
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Now you're |
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Driving sideways |
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Taken in by the scenery |
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As you're propelled along |
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And your companion |
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Will not help you to navigate |
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For fear she may be wrong |
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For fear she may be wrong |
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And you will say |
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That you're making headway |
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And put it in overdrive |
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But you're mistaking speed |
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For getting what you need |
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And never even noticing |
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You never do arrive |
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'Cause you're |
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Driving sideways |
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If you roll down the window, you'll see |
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You're where you don't belong |
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And your companion |
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Will not help you to navigate |
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For fear she may be wrong |
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For fear she may be wrong |
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And you're powered by |
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The hopeful lie |
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That it's just around the bend |
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And when this, by default |
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Comes screeching to a halt |
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Let's hope that you |
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Know what to do |
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To start it up again |
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Driving sideways |
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Hitting scan on the radio |
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So she can sing along |
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And she'll sit |
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Thinking you're gonna handle it |
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Until she's proven wrong |
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Until she's proven wrong |
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Until you prove her wrong |
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(Driving sideways) |
