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I am driving up 85 in the |
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Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon |
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Just stuck inside the gloom |
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4 more exits to my apartment but |
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I am tempted to keep the car in drive |
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And leave it all behind |
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Cause I wonder sometimes |
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About the outcome |
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Of a still verdictless life |
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Am I living it right? |
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Am I living it right? |
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Am I living it right? |
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Am I living it right? |
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I rent a room and I fill the spaces with |
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Wood in places to make it feel like home |
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But all I feel's alone |
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It might be a quarter life crisis |
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Or just the stirring in my soul |
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Either way I wonder sometimes |
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About the outcome |
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Of a still verdictless life |
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Am I living it right? |
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Am I living it right? |
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Am I living it right? |
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Why Georgia, why? |
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So what, so I've got a smile on |
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But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head |
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Don't believe me |
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When I say I've got it down |
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Everybody is just a stranger but |
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That's the danger in going my own way |
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I guess it's the price I have to pay |
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Still "everything happens for a reason" |
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Is no reason not to ask myself |
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If I am living it right |
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Am I living it right? |
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Am I living it right? |
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Why Georgia, why? |
