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I've standing here waiting for the bus |
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On a Saturday laundry on my back |
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Ultraviolet rays like I'm posing for a shot |
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In a magazine what the hell does it mean? |
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I'm a travelling man straight from the car |
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I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan |
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My folks are getting tight won't let me out at night |
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You can't avoid the complications |
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When there's no reason at all |
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When the right hand stikes we fly |
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I'll drink my beer I'll wipe my tears |
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Southbound in the sky |
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Another crime another reason gets you everyday |
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The only time that you can talk |
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You ain't nothing to say |
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Well I'm caught up in a stupid game |
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That I can't play |
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It's just a waste of time but I'm in anyway |
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I've been sitting here watching the signs |
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Too many cars at night belching in the moonlight |
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We're doing ninety as the sky turns to grey |
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The people look like bees buzzing by the highway |
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The wheels are rolling like a rolling stone |
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Alone I choose the road less traveled on |
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Now I'm lying here waiting for the day |
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On the second deck |
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Dreaming of a girl from a fairytale |
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Chain around my neck |
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A ride is all it takes but pains get in the way |
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I'm in it anyway hey |
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I'm in it anyway |
