| I’m driving and I can’t even drive
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| I’m driving uninsured and my father says that it’s wrong
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| But I lost my will, my will to survive
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| I gave it up for love and love is surely gone
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| It’s years in my eyes
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| The tidal waves
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| And in my mind they come again
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| And again and again
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| All my seas convect into the clouds
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| And I can not pull over
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| Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on
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| Well I’m trying to be meek but I won’t inherit a thing
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| While I’m so hung up on reason and denial
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| I love, I love, but it’s getting me nowhere
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| Yeah, I need security but I hate safety
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| And this world does require again each day
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| And this world will not tolerate my feeling
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| And I can not pull over
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| Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on
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| And I can not pull over
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| Yes, there is no hard shoulder to cry on
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| To cry on
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| To cry on
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| To cry on
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| To cry on
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| (To cry) to cry on
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| (To cry) to cry on
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| (To cry) to cry on
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| (To cry) Ah, to cry on
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| (To cry) Ah, to cry on
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| (To cry) Ah, to cry on
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| (To cry) Ah, to cry on
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| (To cry) Ah, ahh! |