| Driving home to be with you
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| The highway’s dividing, the city’s in view
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| As usual, I’m almost on time
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| You’re the last thing that’s on my mind
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| I wish I could tell you the way that I feel
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| But tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel
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| No commotion, no screaming brakes
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| Most of it’s over before I awake
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| From the ceiling, my coffee cup drips
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| While out my window, the horizon does flips
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| The worst part was hitting the ground —
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| Not the feeling so much as the sound
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| Can’t help but wonder if all this is real
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| Cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel
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| Rubberneck traffic and passersby
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| And Slow Motion Walter the fire engine guy
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| Stand around with their mouths open wide
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| I heard some idiot ask if someone’s inside
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| With the Jaws of Life they tried and they tried
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| Nobody here can know how I feel
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| Cause tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel
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| I guess it’s over now
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| Cause I’ve never seen so much
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| Never seen so much, never seen so much
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| Never seen so much, never seen so much
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| I guess it’s over now
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| Cause I’ve never seen so much
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| Never seen so much, never seen so much
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| Never seen so much, never seen so much
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| So much blood
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| In all the confusion, there’s something serene
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| I’m just a posthumous part of the scene
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| Now I’m floating above looking in
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| As the radio blares and wheels spin
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| I can see my face slump with a grin
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| And you… you're the last thing on my mind
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| You’re the last thing on my mind
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| You’re the last thing on my mind
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| You’re the last thing on my mind |