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Say good night before the parking lot is vacant |
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Headlights at the crossroads, illuminating barren pathways |
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And you wish the passenger seat was occupied |
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So you'd have the motive to turn this car around |
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Don't hit the brakes |
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It's not worth it |
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Smash your rear-view mirror |
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No one's calling your name |
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Roll down the windows, invite in the numbing winds |
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Crank the knob to A/C; you're searching for sympathy, but it's not on the map |
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Your insurance has given up on you long ago |
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And you pretend that your companions are merely apparations |
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Don't hit the brakes |
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It's not worth it |
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Smash your rear-view mirror |
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No one's calling your name |
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Regardless of what I say |
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Despite my frustration |
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I can't suppress a smile |
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At the sight of you beaming |
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And this is what I loathe |
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Yeah, this is what I loathe |
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I'll take this chance to say good night |
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Good night, good night, good rest of your life |
