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It's 5:00 p.m. on a weekday, friend |
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There's one of me and two million of them |
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The whistle blows and the factories close |
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There's a million more commuters on the access roads |
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The brake lights flash, there's a RV crashed |
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I'm in the passing lane going nowhere fast |
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The traffic crawls and the engine stalls |
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I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl |
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Gridlock, up ahead |
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There's a line of cars as far as I can see |
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Gridlock, goin' nowhere |
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Roll down the window, let me scream |
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Oh yeah, ain't it a shame |
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We're all jammed up at the interchange |
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The paramedics and the CHP |
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Wait impatiently for catastrophes |
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I'm spending half my days like this |
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I might as well be working on the midnight shift |
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The radio's tuned to the traffic news |
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And everybody's choking on monoxide fumes |
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Gridlock, up ahead |
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There's a line of cars as far as I can see |
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Gridlock, goin' nowhere |
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Roll down the window, let me scream |
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I can close my eyes and dream |
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I can close my eyes and dream |
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I can close my eyes and dream |
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It's 5:00 p.m. on a weekday, friend |
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I'm going home but I don't know when |
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I hate this traffic and I hate this town |
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Gotta honk my horn, try to get around |
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I feel like going on a killing spree |
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Tomorrow I'm going on the RTD |
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The traffic crawls and the engine stalls |
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I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl |
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Gridlock, up ahead |
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There's a line of cars as far as I can see |
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Gridlock, goin' nowhere |
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Roll down the window, let me scream |
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Hey, hey, let's get movin' |
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Hey, hey, let's get movin' |
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Hey, hey, let's get movin' |
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Hey, hey, let's get movin' |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
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Hey, hey, hey hey |
