| Strap my derriere to a padded chair
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| I fly the air in a tin can
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| From here to there on a wing and a prayer
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| I don’t even know where I am
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| I’m a wanderin fool burnin fossil fuel
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| Sending arrows into the dark
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| But I’m just lookin for a place where I can fall apart
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| Throw all of my junk into the Alamo trunk
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| And I pull out into the lane
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| Cell phone’s dead there’s mountains ahead
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| I don’t even slow down for the rain
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| There was a time when the road was mine
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| And the path was lined with sparks
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| Now I’m just lookin for a place where I can fall apart
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| It’s in the air the scent of despair
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| Nobody wants to talk about it
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| We’re all scared we’re gonna lose our share of the dream
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| Can’t live without it
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| My clothes are funky I’m a sugar junkie
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| I’m a promo monkey in a cage
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| I lunge for the carrot repeat like a parrot
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| Til I step out onto the stage
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| The lights go down and I see your faces
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| Shinin through the dark
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| And I’m just lookin for a place where I can fall apart
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| Oh can I let my guard down tonight?
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| Is it safe enough to fall apart? |