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Your self control might be a muscle spasm |
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New direction isn't everlasting though |
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I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week |
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Then the crutch dissolves, well she's just too sweet |
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Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere |
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Came out to greet the unresponsive stare |
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Turn green with envy over something you missed |
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You didn't know what, when you fell down in it |
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Walk on top, you run beneath |
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Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds |
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Walk on top, you run beneath |
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Blacktop spreads, blacktop speeds |
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Walk on top, you run beneath |
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Blacktop spreads, blacktop, blacktop speeds |
