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7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
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The evening is over
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Another morning, another opportunity
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To do something progressive prove that he's worthy
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Up and out the door by 9 O'clock
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The sun is shining up and down the block
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There's children in the corner waiting for a bus
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That will take them to school and exploit their trust
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He starts the car, sparks with one crank
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It's those good ol' fashioned American mechanics
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And even though he'd rather own a new import
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It's dependible and more important its all he can afford
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Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup of Joe
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Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up
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So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely
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With the lights out it's less dangerous
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At the top of his lungs the words burst through shameless
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Pushing that dream, trying to beat the time
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Oh well whatever nevermind
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Nothing else matters when your knifing through traffic
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Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic
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Listening to the road, voice of the nomad
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How he'd love to leave drive away never go back
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Wheels keep on turning, turning turning and turning
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Alone is when he finally feels like a person
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Light another Nat Sherman
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Crack the window, feel the wind blow
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Serenity tenfold
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God bless whoever invented sunglasses
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And while your at save the saints that work the fast food drive throughs
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Objects are closer than they appear
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Cuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to
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Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
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It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people
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So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop
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His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot
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Pour some sugar on me, my counterfeit personality
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He's a loner dottie, he's a rebel
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He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow
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Thinking about how he can leave this city
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Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flee or,
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Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC
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And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV
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Either way tomorrow will be just like today
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And that's all it takes to make the change
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He loves to drive more than he loves being alive
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And this town doesn't even know his real name
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It goes bye bye Miss American Pie
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Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order
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If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed
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Maybe then he could have grown to exist
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[repeated till the song fades]
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Aspiring Sociopath
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