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Boredom |
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Hangin' by myself in a bleak motel |
| [00:11.91] |
Overnight in a small town. |
| [00:17.05] |
Boredom |
| [00:19.09] |
My mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by |
| [00:26.48] |
Past the pumps and highway sign. |
| [00:31.62] |
Never was a place that felt less like home. |
| [00:40.04] |
Never woulda come here if I'd only known |
| [00:47.75] |
That it's a one-channel town and I'm all alone. |
| [00:52.60] |
I can't just sit 'n' watch my telephone |
| [00:56.57] |
'Cause no one knows my number and it can't be found |
| [01:00.76] |
And there's no good people just kickin' around |
| [01:05.22] |
So here we are together |
| [01:07.39] |
Machines and me. |
| [01:09.54] |
I feel about as local as a fish in a tree and this |
| [01:13.68] |
Boredom. |
| [01:15.88] |
My mind's countin' time, trucks go rollin' by |
| [01:23.38] |
Past the pumps and highway sign. |
| [01:28.50] |
And in this town all the other sounds have ceased. |
| [01:36.34] |
And the Late Late Show died long ago |
| [01:40.75] |
With a few words from a priest. |
| [02:00.53] |
Boredom |
| [02:02.62] |
Hangin' by myself in a bleak motel |
| [02:10.21] |
Overnight in a small town. |
