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(hey, what's up guys? it's me |
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I'm playing pool with johnston gerald, in boston |
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And i, i'm coming home on sunday, i think |
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But maybe monday |
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Give a call if you like |
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And tell me what's been going on in the city) |
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I fell asleep on the road-trip |
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And a snowstorm made me cross concrete |
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Between highspeed, highway lanes and exit lane |
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And i woke up to a sign that says: |
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"for U-turn it's the second right" |
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And the thought that i could die |
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Getting off my car |
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Trying to stop a crazy blind new jersey traffic jam, |
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The thought, it told me: |
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"hey David, you could've called your parents. |
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You could've sang a beautiful song with your sister. |
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You could've been in the cabin last spring. |
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You could've written something good eventually. |
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You could've told someone you love, you did." |
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And then by chance, i got back on the road |
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And i could start not thinking about anything that matters |
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It's like when i sent that letter |
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And forgot to write your name on it |
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And it's like the pictures i took on tour |
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And never found the film |
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And back to the radio, |
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"back in my arms again" by the Supremes |
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And even now, even right now, |
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It doesn't feel like i could have said that |
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And even now, even right now, |
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It doesn't feel like i could have said that |
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And even now, even right now, |
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It doesn't feel like i could have said that |
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I couldn't... |
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And even now, even right now, |
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It doesn't feel like i could have said that |
