| Sign says no turning on red
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| No idling either
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| And sign says, at least what I read, no stopping here neither
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| And I should’ve known by now, I’d never get so much as a breather so
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| I stall instead, so my sign says
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| Sign says half a mile more and we can pullover
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| Sign says watch for the dogs this close to the shoulder
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| I could’ve held my own but everything I hold’s growin' colder so
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| On foot I fled, so my sign says
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| I know it’s late, but what is the time when the stars shone so great
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| Don’t leave me alone in this car
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| Aching and breaking
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| Taken in by the interstate
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| Cause I can’t relate to your vanity
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| Sign says, while travelling at night, don’t drive too rapid and
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| Sign says stop at the light
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| And you duck through traffic and
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| I should’ve bet by far for better but
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| My fears are too graphic so I’ll go my mind
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| So my sign says
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| I know it’s late
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| But what is the time when the stars shone so great
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| Don’t leave me alone in this car
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| Aching and breaking
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| Taken in by the interstate
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| Cause I can’t relate to your vanity
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| And when you’re gone, oh I’ll never find my way home
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| Street lamps alone could never light a long-winding road like
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| Fragments of bones, scattered across the sky
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| Could illuminate
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| Why
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| By your grace, go
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| I know its late, but what is the time when the stars shone so great
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| Don’t leave me alone in this car
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| Aching and breaking
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| Taken in by the interstate
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| Cause I can’t relate
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| To your vanity
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| I can’t relate to your vanity, plate
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| I can’t relate to your vanity |