| It was me, drove off the off ramp
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| Of the sweetheart highway
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| It was me, I admit I had the map
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| This is what I gotta say
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| We’re in Bummed Out City
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| That’s what the sign says
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| I plead your mercy and your pity
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| Is not life a mirror maze
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| The hardware store is never open
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| Until the quarter of the moon
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| Let’s leave town before the rodeo
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| Rides in with the typhoon
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| We’re in Bummed Out City
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| So come on, let’s operate
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| Let’s open a disc brake parlor
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| No, it never is too late
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| Before you know it you’ll be in Bummed Out City
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| In a cloud of dust and rust
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| And all the dogs biting on your exhaust pipe
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| Even they gonna show you trust
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| And it was me, drove off the off ramp
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| Of the sweetheart highway
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| It was me, I admit I had the map
|
| This is what I gotta say
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| We’re in Bummed Out City
|
| That’s what the sign says
|
| I plead your mercy and your pity
|
| Is not life a mirror maze
|
| We’re in Bummed Out City
|
| That’s what the sign says
|
| I plead your mercy and your pity
|
| Is not life a mirror maze
|
| We’re in Bummed Out City
|
| That’s what the sign says
|
| I plead your mercy and your pity
|
| Is not life a mirror maze
|
| We’re in Bummed Out City
|
| I plead your mercy and your pity
|
| Is not life a mirror maze |