| Stuck in traffic on my way
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| To no particular place
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| No agenda, no master plan
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| No important dates
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| No reason to be alive at all
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| As far as I can tell
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| Except for one small detail
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| Like a distant ringing bell
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| And it keeps on calling out to me
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| Like a lost forgotten lover
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| So I blast off down the shoulder
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| To go looking for the other
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| Driving up the coast
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| Past the surfers and the seals
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| All them lonely rich folks
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| Who only know how to steal
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| Science can cure sickness
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| But what can cure my soul
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| It won’t be long before I’m gone
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| Laying in some hole
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| So I find an ancient payphone
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| To tell my mother I love her
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| But she ain’t home
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| She must have gone out looking for the other
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| Pull up off the highway
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| The moon is looking wicked good
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| I throw my keys into the breeze
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| And get lost in the woods
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| I think about my old man
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| And the mystery of time
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| When suddenly between the trees
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| I see the lake of fire
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| So I jump right in
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| And take a swim
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| In this pool of unknown colours
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| And as I swim I begin to brim with visions of the other
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| Found my car a few days later
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| After I came to
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| Her name was Blue Subaru 1982
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| I punched the clutch
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| And kick the gas
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| And take off in a burst
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| Well it wasn’t long before the gas was gone
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| And we were overcome from thirst
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| So we found a dusty truckstop
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| Above the vultures hovered
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| And I thought it was the end
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| But then I thought again
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| And that was when I took the hand of the other |