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Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads |
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Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over |
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Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank in his pajamas |
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I only got ten dollars |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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It's been a long road and I feel awful |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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And that's all, that's all, that's all |
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She has company and I've walked into the wrong room |
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So I go to the bathroom and I wash my hands in sulfur water |
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A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her |
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My admiration forces me to leave her |
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She asks me to stay but I've outgrown her, so I'm |
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Back in my car and I get pulled over |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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It's been a long road and I feel awful |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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And that's all, that's all, that's all |
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With a warning I check my wipers and defog |
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I notice my mind is on the floor |
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But I must move onward |
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So I pick a song and I sing along |
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While lofty dreams dance on and on |
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Over a place I'll live forever |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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It's been a long road and I feel awful |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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And that's all, that's all |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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It's been a long road and everything's awkward |
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I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer |
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And that's all, that's all, that's all |