| I used to brush it off like it didn’t matter
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| Dark clouds in the sky brother, let 'em gather
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| Now it’s all cuts a little deeper and has an effect
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| Similar to what it is when glass shatters
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| So we drive like Kerouac use to do
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| Smoking cigarettes, eating up junk food
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| With both windows down and the stereo up
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| We lift a coffee cut in the sun
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| Leave behind the skyline
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| Full of terracotta rooftops in a shitbox town
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| Living in us too long
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| All these suburbs sing their own proverbs
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| And hold a million heart breaks in between the commerce
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| And I can see it all for miles around
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| I’m getting dizzy from the sight and sound
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| At the top of the hill we stop and we chill
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| Then boost, take time to get your head out the noose
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| You can let a good thing go by
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| It might not happen again
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| We can go where ever we like
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| Sunshine on the window, yeah
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| I said let’s get in the car
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| Maybe we could drive for days
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| Nothing was built to last
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| Get loose and fly away
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| I used to waste time like I’d live forever
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| Always on the hunt to find something better
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| Now it all shakes me up and I’m breathless
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| It has an effect similar to something like an earth tremor
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| The car’s outside and the tank is full
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| And to take time off is impractical
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| But we leave on a whim to do the damn thing
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| Freedom in the air and the wind sings songs
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| Of a generation passed and present, the car is headed
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| Along the coastline inland, up through the desert
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| And we savour all the sights and the sound and moods
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| And even eat the meat pies and the road house food
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| And you can see what’s up in rear view
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| Get pumped up by the look of a clear view
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| Out across the vista, kiss the stars in the night
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| Brother, what a beautiful sight
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| I used to place bets of my sanity
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| Caught up in between the dream an the art and the parody
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| Tryna figure out if it was meant to be
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| For me to work and breed, buy a house and get married in it
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| Just to be like they are on TV
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| But those dreams never really seemed to fit
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| And I’ve been jugglin' and jigglin' every day that I live
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| And there’s things that I just can’t fix
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| You were always telling me to take better care with it
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| Don’t rush a good thing or get scared of it
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| Disconnect your telephone for a couple of days
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| And hit the highway to watch the scenery change
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| Responsibility it ain’t nothing to fun from
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| Some wrongs are right, some rights become wrong
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| And every now and then when reality slip
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| I take five and get away for a bit |