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It was me, drove off the off ramp |
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Of the sweetheart highway |
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It was me, |
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I admit I had the map |
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This is what |
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I gotta say |
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We're in Bummed |
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Out City That's what the sign says |
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I plead your mercy and your pity |
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Is not life a mirror maze |
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The hardware store is never open |
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Until the quarter of the moon |
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Let's leave town before the rodeo |
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Rides in with the typhoon |
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We're in Bummed |
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Out City So come on, let's operate |
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Let's open a disc brake parlor |
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No, it never is too late |
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Before you know it you'll be in |
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Bummed Out |
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City In a cloud of dust and rust |
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And all the dogs biting on your exhaust pipe |
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Even they gonna show you trust |
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And it was me, drove off the off ramp |
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Of the sweetheart highway |
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It was me, |
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I admit I had the map |
|
This is what |
|
I gotta say |
|
We're in Bummed |
|
Out City That's what the sign says |
|
I plead your mercy and your pity |
|
Is not life a mirror maze |
|
We're in Bummed |
|
Out City That's what the sign says |
|
I plead your mercy and your pity |
|
Is not life a mirror maze |
|
We're in Bummed |
|
Out City That's what the sign says |
|
I plead your mercy and your pity |
|
Is not life a mirror maze |
|
We're in Bummed |
|
Out City I plead your mercy and your pity |
|
Is not life a mirror maze |
