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Merging away |
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like we did yesterday |
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wrong direction |
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The traffic we'll know |
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the traffic is slow and thoughtless |
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The wheel that is still |
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on the concrete and green |
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away home |
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And it is alone |
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a division unknown |
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a split decision |
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Climbing the floors |
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and I'm not running |
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Through revolving doors |
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and you're not driving |
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The barrier stands |
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between your hands and me |
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Sorry |
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You said I made |
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you said you said I made |
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a bad decision |
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Said I made a mistake |
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Fatal without the recognition |
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But how would we know |
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know of that consequence |
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had I forseen |
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Back issue of fate |
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Our California hates |
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had I not been |
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Closing the doors |
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and I am running |
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Past video stores |
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and you are driving |
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A barrier stands |
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between your hands and me |
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Sorry |
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You have got to be the last one standing |
