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That pencil smell, |
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reminds me of school. |
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The clock on the wall |
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I can no longer fool. |
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Time to get in my car. |
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Been so dull, tired and tight. |
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Time to trust these old tires. |
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Time to not say goodnight. |
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Jesus rides with me. |
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His will is plain to feel. |
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Come on, you can be. |
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Got yourself to steal. |
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He's everywhere, |
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sends me straight across the plain. |
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He's in your hair, |
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he'll forgive me my pain. |
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You're my girl, don't you show it. |
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To know you know is to know it. |
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When you can't trust yourself, |
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baby, trust someone else. |
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Jesus rides with me. |
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His will is plain to feel. |
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Come on, you can be. |
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Got yourself to steal. |
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You're my girl, don't you show it. |
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To know you know is to know it. |
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When you can't trust yourself, |
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baby, trust someone else. |
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Ride with me. |
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Ride with me. |
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Ride with me. |
