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You're driving down the road |
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When something had to blow |
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The car is filled with smoke |
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It calls on you to grow |
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But it makes you want to throw up |
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To have to feel this bad |
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Now you know what you want |
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You want what you had |
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Make it break in |
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Make it break in |
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But you can't have that |
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You can't go back |
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Now all the things were sold |
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The ones that made you feel safe |
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And the people that you told |
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All moved away |
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Now you've got something to say |
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But no one there to tell |
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So you write it all down |
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In your little private hell |
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Your private little hell |
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Your private little hell |
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But you wanna be well |
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Make it break in |
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Make it break in |
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But you wanna be well |
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Find someone to tell |
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Make it break in |
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Make it break in |
