| You can drive, you can drive, you can drive
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| Down the 405
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| To the 101, to my house
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| And these highways are in so many songs, I couldn’t count them all
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| I tried
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| So much sad history described in a ride
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| And when I told you I was happy, I lied, I lied
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| I lied, I lied
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| And I’ve got Vicodin, do you wanna come over
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| I know it’s a long drive from Malibu
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| I’ve got a pocket full of pills, and not one lover
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| And I’m feeling so bad and so good, I don’t know what to do
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| And I’ll take my chances now
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| 'Cause I can’t go back, I’m out too far
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| And I’m thinkin', I’m thinkin'
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| I’m thinkin’that you know how it feels
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| So get in your car and drive
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| And I can tell you that I’ll try, I’ll try
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| I’ll try, I’ll try
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| And I’ve got Vicodin, do you wanna come over
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| I know it’s a long drive from Malibu
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| I’ve got a pocket full of pills, and not one lover
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| And I’m feeling so bad and so good, I don’t know what to do
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| Yeah, I’m feeling so bad and so good, I don’t know what to do
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| It’s in your face, I know that place you’re running to
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| I’ll follow you
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| I’ll meet you there, don’t bring a thing for me
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| I’ll take care, I’ll take care
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| And I’ve got Vicodin, do you wanna come over
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| I know it’s a long drive from Malibu
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| I’ve got a pocket full of pills, and not one lover
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| And I’m feeling so bad and so good, I don’t know what to do
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| I’ve got Vicodin, do you wanna come over
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| Yeah, I know it’s a long drive from Malibu
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| I’ve got a pocket full of pills, and not one lover
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| And I’m feeling so bad and so good, I don’t know what to do
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| Yeah, I’m feeling so bad and so good, I don’t know what to do |