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When you wait for |
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someone to come trough |
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I'm sorry to inform you of the news |
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On your own, |
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you'll stand in line and wait |
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To let them pick your poison |
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and then decide your fate |
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Standing on lines |
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that you never want to cross |
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Better listen to the boss |
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I know you're lonely too |
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I'm sleeping between trucks |
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thinking of you |
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Overwhelmed? |
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What do we really know? |
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We've never had to |
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live out on the road |
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In the next five years |
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I'm going to guess |
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The less we see the beauty, |
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the more we see this mess |
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In your room you see |
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a painting on the wall |
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But you don't see me at all |
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I know you're lonely too |
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I'm sleeping between trucks |
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thinking of you |
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I know you're lonely too |
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I'm sleeping between trucks |
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thinking of you |
