| It happened fast, it’s over quick.
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| a little dust and the engine kicks.
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| Did your hands drift down off the wheel?
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| roll out, hit your windshield
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| An eyelish or a little bit of sleep? |
| Time stands still.
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| Just call it now and you’re on your way (hey, hey, hey)
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| All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives
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| Broken casino and waterslides
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| Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice.
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| Gravity flows on the power line.
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| Jet stream cuts the desert sky.
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| This is a land could eat a man alive.
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| Say you’d leave it all behind.
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| There’s a radio tower that’s egging me on Back to the place where you never belong.
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| Where people thrive on their own contempt.
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| Whatever meaning is long gone, spent.
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| If you had to guess or make bet,
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| would you place yourself inside of it?
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| the mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh.
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| 'Tricked again.'Let go, okay. |