| It’s four in the morning
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| And you care for not to wake your family up
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| Sounds like the driver is early
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| And you try and pay attention when he talks
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| That’s his daughter on the dash board
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| And you hope he’s this proud of her
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| If she ends up just like him
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| Because he seems like a better fellow than
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| He thinks he is
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| It was crazy at the airport
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| And you’d rather read the news than try to talk
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| To the woman on your right who
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| Says you don’t believe that do you
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| You ask why and bite your tongue
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| And pay attention until she’s done
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| Telling you how the saint the travesty they say you live
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| Even if you don’t believe that what she’s telling you is true
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| Your still listening to her and him an me
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| Even now from the meria
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| Where you plugging in you laptop
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| And untangling your earbuds
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| Let us know when you can hear us
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| Cause my friendship kind of is
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| Make me feel like we’re less divided than I feel we are
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| Even if you don’t believe the hearts we’re working with are true
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| Your still listening to her and him and me
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| When its yours you should be listening to you
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| And its me I should be listening to you
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| And if we travel together the only ever doubt
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| This one wasting
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| Thanks for listening
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| Thanks for listening
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| Thanks for listening
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| Thanks for listening |