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I like cold mornings |
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They keep me sharp |
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Forget the rain |
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Forget the car |
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And leave behind all communication |
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All the pieces |
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In front of me |
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I have this place |
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All to myself |
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I'm not asking much |
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Just a little space for my head |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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A simple lake |
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Dirt tracks for days |
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I'm breathing clean |
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My eyes feel bathed |
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I've hit the wall too many times now |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way |
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I start today |
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I start today |
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I start today |
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I start today |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way (and if it makes you happy, it doesn't make me sorry) |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way (and if it makes you happy, it doesn't make me sorry) |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way (and if it makes you happy, it doesn't make me sorry) |
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I start today, |
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I drive the other way (and if it makes you happy) |
