| I’m moving my car forward a foot at a time
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| Another red light another warning sign
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| Is that rain on the windshield
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| Wonder if it’s raining on the Jersey side
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| Tapping my fingers to the radio
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| But I don’t hear a thing
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| Watching the hookers move in and out of the light
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| One of these days one of these days
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| One of these days
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| I’m gonna smash somebody’s car
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| And smash the copper’s face
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| As they take me away
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| But I gotta go home now
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| (Don't wanna go to my house)
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| Only forty minutes to the Jersey side
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| Me and Suzy used to read the news and stay up all night
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| We used to see a lot of people then we just got tired
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| And gave birth to a perfect little alibi
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| I take a sip of diet soda and loosen my tie
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| Another red light another warning sign
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| Hey that Puerto Rican hooker must be six feet tall
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| One of these days one of these days
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| One of these days
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| I’m gonna turn the car around
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| And keep on going
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| 'Til I lose track of time
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| But I gotta go home now
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| (Don't wanna go to my house)
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| Thirty five minutes to the Jersey side
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| Another red light another warning sign
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| One of these days one of these days |