Staring out the window
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of somebody's pickup truck
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well I nevermind the boredom
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cause I use it for a crutch
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just to get me to that plane
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it's a different state of sane
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and everytime I try to change
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I always end up quite the same thinking back to happier days
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when everyone was ignorant
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and all the kids behaved
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but me and my friends and
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the ice-cream man
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that was our existence that was our clan this one goes out to
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the friends I never had
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hey I don't understand it
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but I'd like to anyway
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hey I don't understand it
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but I like it anyway
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hey I don't understand
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but I like you anyway
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hey I don't understand shelter in the city
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we decided to go in
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and I gave a man some money
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yeah to buy heroin
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but the homeless guy
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returned and he gave me back a dime
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he said
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"put it in your sock my friend
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and save it for another time"
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but
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lessons are learned
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and later unlearned
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if he knew then what he knows now
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well he could rule the world
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but I'm not one to judge
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what happened yesterday
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cause I got me
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I got myself
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my future is at stake
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this one goes out to...
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This One Goes Out To...
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Catch 22 |