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Driving down the freeway |
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As if I was on downers |
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Followed off the exit ramp |
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By a scene from close encounters |
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Out of the van |
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Walk a straight line |
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Lost count of the beers |
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Somewhere around nine |
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Drunk and driving, boy |
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You really fucked up |
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Now you're in the squad car |
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Hands in back, cuffed |
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Seven hundred dollars |
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Or eight months, son |
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Checked my pockets, but |
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I knew I had none |
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They took away my license |
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They said I can't drive |
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Said that I should thank them |
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I'm "lucky to be alive" |
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Locked in a cell |
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For weeks at a time |
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My friends got me out |
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My bail was my fine |
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Now I'm on the outside |
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Me and all my friends |
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Drunk and driving reckless |
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Just waiting to get caught again |