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You can drive, you can drive |
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You can drive down the 405 |
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To the 101 to my house |
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And these highways are in so many songs |
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I couldn't count them all, I tried |
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So much sad history described in a ride |
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And when I told you I was happy I lied |
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I lied, I lied, I lied |
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And I've got Vicodin, do you wanna come over? |
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I know it's a long drive from Malibu |
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I got a pocket full of pills and not one lover |
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And I'm feeling so bad and so good |
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I don't know what to do |
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And I'll take my chances now |
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'Cause I can't go back, I'm out too far |
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And I'm thinking, I'm thinking |
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I'm thinking that you know how it feels |
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So get in your car and drive |
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And I can tell you that I'll try |
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I'll try, I'll try, I'll try |
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And I've got vicodin, do you wanna come over? |
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I know it's a long drive from Malibu |
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I got a pocket full of pills and not one lover |
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And I'm feeling so bad and so good |
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I don't know what to do |
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It's in your face, I know that place you're going to |
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I'll follow you, I'll meet you there |
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Don't bring a thing for me |
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I'll take care, I'll take care |
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And I've got Vicodin, do you wanna come over? |
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I know it's a long drive from Malibu |
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I got a pocket full of pills and not one lover |
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And I'm feeling so bad and so good |
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I don't know what to do |
