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"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said |
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"I'd like to see what it'd be like |
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To take a different road |
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That didn't wind up in a dull suburban life |
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'Cause we've got |
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We've got so much, still know I'm losing |
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It always |
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Hits me hardest when traffic's not moving" |
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Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat |
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Chew my leg out from the snare and limp away to don't know where |
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But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride |
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'Cause we still queue up outside and that's the way it is, the way that we exist |
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"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said |
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"I'd like to see what it'd be like |
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To take a different road |
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That didn't end up in a dull suburban, a dull suburban life |
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'Cause we've got |
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We've got so much, still know I'm losing |
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It always |
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Hits me hardest when traffic's not moving" |
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Sink holes in bus seats from the days set on repeat |
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Chew my leg out from the snare and limp away to don't know where |
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But these dreams and diatribes stay at the park and ride |
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'Cause we still queue up outside and that's the way it is |
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This route's not going away |
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This route's not going away |
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This route's not going away |
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It's not going, it's not going, it's not going |
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This route's not going away |
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It's not going, it's not going, it's not going |
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This route's not going |
