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I pulled over for a feedbag i thought of you, |
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it wasn't bad you had direction and drive |
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And you arrived at closing time to find |
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They wiped down the bar and they built you a bed |
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Laid your head to rest and left you try to true again |
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You may be proud then as it was always wish for thought |
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I would imagine you off maybe |
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I could see you again we could sit down and have a moment and talk about your suicide |
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And i would put away your death if you could put away the dope and all our enemies, |
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Well there's no time for you to know them |
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Any crooked mind disease but hopeless fools |
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They will be missing you i pulled over for nostalgia |
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I thought of suffering the joke no one delivered the punchline |
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No resolution is here i couldn't sharpen the view and it's still drawn to you waiting on the new |
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But then this story has no end as we continue driving |
