Called in sick for work
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said the fevers getting worse
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There's a lot of that going around
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I packed a duffle bag
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With some clothes from the attic
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It's getting colder in the evening
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I hocked my pocket watch
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And a couple old guitars
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I could hardly stand to play them
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I drew all my savings out
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Closed my bank account
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stuck the money in the glove box
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I drove away on Monday
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I couldn't say where I was going to
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It's just something I had to do
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I was bored of it by Thursday
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driving amorously down aimless interstates
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searching for queues
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Yeah for you
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And I don't know where you are
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I guess I haven't looked to hard
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because I'm afraid that I might find you
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IS it special where you are
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Like Xanadu or Shangri-La
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Is it anything like Omaha
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I called in sick on Monday
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I was already of the next couple of days
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Some bullshit escape
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I was back to work on Thursday
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yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat
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The fever bite me, yeah it bite me
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But I been sleeping and taking things
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I think I've got it beat...
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Some Bullshit Escape
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| The Good Life |
