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We pull up and we're ****ed again |
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These roads are full of sin |
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And to find one so compassionate |
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Unless they've been on what we call a Tourtasia |
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It's what will make you into a drink hard to tank |
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Different towns but it's the same old places |
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Nothing is different it's just all the same |
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Broken down again but it's nothing new |
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I can't wait to sleep in my own bed |
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By way of the van |
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We drive our own compassion |
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This is the end of the road |
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Turn around again |
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We missed another freeway exit |
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Sleep creeps on us all |
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Make thousands of u-turns |
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Face it we need another stop |
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Grasping for each other's throat |
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Instead take it out on the road |
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It was meant for this |
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We make all the cash we can |
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It's not as much as some |
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That's right, we make the best of it just to have fun |
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Even though we get screwed |
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I wouldn't trade this for anything |
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Fact is we love what we do |
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Even sometimes we feel |
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Treads from the stampede over head |
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Tourtasia footprints embed our skulls |
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This is our life |
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How many more weeks to go? |
