| Every single car on the New Jersey Turnpike
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| Has their hazards flashing for a fireworks display
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| I’ll stop and watch it, but I’m too busy thinking
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| Of every single chance that I was too afraid to take
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| Life gets in the way of living
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| And interrupts the could’ve / would’ve / should’ve that I ask myself each day
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| Where I’ve spent my time and how I’m spending it
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| And if I’m simply wasting it away
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| So, while I sat there, motor humming, on the shoulder
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| I thought I’d find a pen and start to write my failures out
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| But then the lights were gone and both sides of the paper were full
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| So, hazards off, turn signal on, gas pedal down
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| Life gets in the way of living
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| And interrupts the could’ve / would’ve / should’ve that I ask myself each day
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| Where I’ve spent my time and how I’m spending it
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| And if I’m simply wasting it away
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| Life gets in the way of living
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| And interrupts the could be / would be / should be that we’re offered everyday
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| And now that you and I’ve been given what we’ve wanted
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| Let’s make a pinky swear that we don’t throw it all away |