| Small time boy
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| Caught in the big city
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| Losing all my joy
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| For a life that don’t fit me
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| Got the same old dreams
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| As a million fools
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| Stacks of green
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| And swimming pools
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| And I used to swear upon wisdom
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| You got brains to spare you gotta give some
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| I kick back and flare my ignition
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| It’s time to ride
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| When I need to feel alive
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| I just get in my car and drive
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| When life it starts to break my stride
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| I just get in my car and ride
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| From an open window and a stolen ride
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| Came a broken lifter with a fallen pride
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| And now I walk beside
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| Psychotic guides
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| To listen to their whines and maniacal cries
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| Worship the dollar and cent
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| White collar dissent
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| You holler and vent
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| Over the most tiny moderate dent
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| In your mountains of gold
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| Accounts that you hold
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| You’re wound up and old
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| Young blood — man that fountain is cold
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| And I used to swear upon wisdom
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| You got brains to spare you gotta give some
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| I kick back and flare my ignition
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| It’s time to ride
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| When I need to feel alive
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| I just get in my car and drive
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| When life starts to break my stride
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| I just get in my car and ride
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| What you doin what you doin what you gettin into
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| What you doin what you doin what you gettin into
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| When I need to feel alive
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| I just get in my car and drive
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| When life starts to break my stride
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| I just get in my car and ride
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| Oooh I’m gonna drive my blues away
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| Gonna drive my blues away
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| Just another sunny day |