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The lane next over is always faster |
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And you wait so long until you're so bothered |
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But right after you complete your merge |
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The lane you started in gets going |
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And while you wait for your luck to change |
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All you can think of is where you started |
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You don't like anything on local radio |
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So you fumble around 'til you land on |
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NPRAnd listen to world news |
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Well, a bomb went off in the parking lot |
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Of a newly opened |
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Sunni marketplace |
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And a cloud covers your car at just the right time |
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For you to see the dark on your face in the mirror |
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Your phone goes off with a picture of your mother |
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It's five to six and she can't find your brother |
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And while normally you'd yell and scream |
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Instructing her to go and find him on her own |
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But calmly you're exiting and telling her |
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That you are headed on your way home |
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She does not know what to say |
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Just glad you're on your way home |
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You turn off your phone in a different tone |
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As you think the bad feeling so bad makes the good so good |
