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drivin' faster in my car |
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falling farther from just what we are |
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smoke a cigarette and lie some more |
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these conversations kill |
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falling faster in my car |
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time to take her home |
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her dizzy head is conscience laden |
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time to take a ride |
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it leaves today no conversation |
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time to take her home |
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her dizzy head is conscience laden |
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time to wait too long |
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to wait too long |
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these conversations kill |
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to much walkin', shoes worn thin |
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too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin |
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time to catch a ride |
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it leaves today, her name is what it means |
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to much walkin', shoe's worn thin |
