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At least you know you were taken by a pro |
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I know just how you feel |
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She talked a perfect game deflectin' all the blame |
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You took the jack and changed the flat |
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And got behind the wheel |
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Now you're drivin' sideways |
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Taken in by the scenery |
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As you're propelled, along |
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And your companion will not help you to navigate |
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For fear she may be wrong |
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I fear she may be wrong |
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And you will say that you're makin' headway |
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And put it in overdrive |
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But you're mistakin' speed for gettin' what you need |
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And never even noticin' you never do arrive |
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'Cause you're drivin' sideways |
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If you roll down the window you'll see |
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You're where you don't, belong |
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And your companion will not help you to navigate |
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For fear she may be wrong |
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For fear she may be wrong |
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And you're powered by the hopeful lie |
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That it's just around the bend |
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And when this by default comes screechin' to a halt |
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Let's hope that you know what to do |
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To start it up again |
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Drivin' sideways, hittin' scan on the radio |
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So she can sing along |
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And she'll sit thinkin' you're gonna handle it |
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Until she's proven wrong |
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Until she's proven wrong |
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Until you prove her wrong |
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Drivin' sideways |
