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John Popper |
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When you roll down your window |
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And ask for directions |
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Can you count on the answers |
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That you would receive |
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If you've ever been taken |
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By that passed along pay back |
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Why ask in the first place you might not believe |
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But I won't be confined to road maps |
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Or let assholes decide |
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And I'd rather be lost |
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Then afraid to take a ride |
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And if it's a sing |
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No place on earth will |
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I ever fit in |
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And I don't mind |
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Someday I pray |
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I just may |
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As I make my way |
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Well I might have been helpful |
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Or a mischievous bastard |
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But when I'm thinking about it |
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I do what |
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I can In the infinite halfway |
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Where everyone always meets me |
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And by the laws of pure error |
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Do we exchange and understand |
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I'm yelling as loudly |
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As my lungs will allow |
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I wish I could whisper |
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Can you hear me now |
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And if it's a sing |
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No place on earth will |
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I ever fit in |
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And I don't mind |
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Someday I pray |
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I just may |
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As I make my way |
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Could be no one has the meaning |
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Of what anybody says |
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But so we don't feel so lonely |
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We decide that we do |
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Well now we might be speaking |
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English But what does that mean |
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And can you honestly tell me |
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What color is blue |
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Well you could try an explanation |
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Or try to wonder why |
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But if I'm lost in your driveway |
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All I really can do is try |
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And if it's a sing |
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No place on earth will |
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I ever fit in |
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And I don't mind |
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I've looked and searched her over countless times |
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And I'll do it again |
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Someday I may finally want to stay |
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Someday I pray |
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I just may |
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As I make my way |
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As I make my way |
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As I make my way... |