| Stop the car and let me out
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| I’ve got a bad case, I can’t stay here right now
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| Condition; |
| my small town, Prognosis; |
| let’s get out
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| What’s left except interstates and out-of-town plates
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| I’m more than all the cell phone towers
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| I’m more than all these warning baring streets
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| I’m more than all these small town skylines
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| More than they thought I’d turn out to be Let me get this off my chest
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| Every bad idea I’ve had is starting to make sense
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| Feel emotionless, becoming powerless
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| What’s left except making lists and late night double shifts
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| I’m more than all the cell phone towers
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| I’m more than all these warning baring streets
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| I’m more than all these small town skylines
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| I’m more than they thought
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| It’s always I want more and what I wish for
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| It’s the never-ending cycle of always being bored
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| Finding an antidote for the underdog
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| And an anthem for the idling side
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| I’m more than all the cell phone towers
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| I’m more than all these warning baring streets
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| I’m more than all these small town skylines
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| I’m more than they thought I’d turn out to be |