| I’ve been driving all night
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| Bathing in flourescent light
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| Of a western Tennessee gas station
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| With a pack of two-way action
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| I’m subsisting on a fraction
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| And I close my eyes and pretend I’m on vacation
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| But the light bleeds through
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| And it’s all green-blue
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| There goes my imagination
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| My return fills me with dread
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| Will my house plants be all dead
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| My significant be with another
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| I say ok where was I But I can’t repress a sigh
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| And I think I’m gonna, yeah I think I’m gonna call my mother
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| Let the subject wander
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| Issues of blonde hair
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| Or something or other
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| Like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water
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| Some other things you wouldn’t ordinarily of thought a And will all be lost if you let it in Maybe I’ll never ever feel it again
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| I’ve been driving all night
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| Bathing in flourescent light
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| Of a western Tennessee gas station
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| With a pack of two-way action
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| I’m subsisting on a fraction
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| Of what used to be a sugar-free
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| Half-melted bag of Tastations
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| That hard candy sensation
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| It’s sweeping the nation
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| And it puts my mind in traction
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| I’m subsisting on a fraction
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| And I close my eyes and pretend I’m on vacation
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| While it melts in my mouth
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| Sill driving south
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| In a TV Nation
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| Like a bad haircut or a glass of cold water
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| Shouldn’t I say what I really shouldn’t oughta
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| And you spend half a day in some of these places
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| Like a flash of white light that’s in front of our faces
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| A state of peristalsis or a parastatic stasis
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| And we’re off to the races
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| oh yeah, and we’re off to the races
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| oh yeah, and we’re off to the races
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| Yeeeeeeah, and we’re off to the races |