| Forty below, driving on deathly icy roads
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| Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over
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| Run out of gas, wake a stranger up
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| To fill my tank in his pajamas
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| I only got ten dollars
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| It’s been a long road and I feel awful
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all
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| She has company and I’ve walked into
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| The wrong room, so I go to the bathroom
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| And wash my hands in sulfur water
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| A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her
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| My admiration forces me to leave her
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| She asks me to stay, but I’ve outgrown her
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| So I’m back in my car and I get pulled over
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| It’s been a long road and I feel awful
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all
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| With a warning, I check my wipers and defog
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| I notice my mind is on the floor
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| But I must move onward
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| So I pick a song and I sing along
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| While lofty dreams dance on and on
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| Over a place I’ll live forever
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| It’s been a long road and I feel awful
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| And that’s all, that’s all
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| It’s been a long road and everything’s awkward
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| I’m not drunk, I wanna go home, officer
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| And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all |