| I have to drive
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| I have my reasons, deer
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| It’s cold outside
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| I hate the seasons here
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| I suffer mornings most of all
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| I feel so powerless and small
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| By 10 o’clock I’m back in bed
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| Fighting the jury in my head
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| We learn to drive
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| It’s only natural, deer
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| We drive all night
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| We haven’t slept in years
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| We suffer mornings most of all
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| We saw you lying in the road
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| We tried to dig a decent grave
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| But it’s still no way to behave
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| It is a delicate position
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| Spin the bottle, pick the victim
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| Catch a tiger, switch directions
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| If he hollers, break his ankles to protect him
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| We’ll have to drive
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| They’re getting closer
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| Just get inside
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| It’s almost over
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| We will save your brothers
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| We will save your cousins
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| We will drive them
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| Far away from streets and lights
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| From all signs of mad mankind
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| We suffer mornings most of all
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| Wake up all bleary-eyed and sore
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| Forgetting everything we saw
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| I’ll meet you in an hour
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| At the car |