| Out on the old coast highway
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| Flyin' through the night
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| Jed got stopped by the CHP
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| For speedin' and no brake lights
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| Rolled down the drivers window
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| Slipped his gun down under the seat
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| Glove box full of cocaine
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| Trunk was full of weed
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| «driver's license and registration,»
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| Said the officer with his flashlight
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| Searchin' around the floor of the car
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| Smellin' like somethin' ain’t right
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| Jed’s life flashed before him
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| Like a black and white super 8
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| He heard the sound of the future
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| On a scratchy old 78
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| Nothin' was still, all was movin'
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| When the flashlight found the gun
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| Then jed pulled the trigger
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| In a split second tragic blunder
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| «makes you think about livin'
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| And what life has to tell,»
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| Said jed to grandpa
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| From inside his cell
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| Camouflage hung in his closet
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| Guns all over the wall
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| Plans for buildings and engineers
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| And a book with no numbers at all
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| The whole town was stunned
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| They closed the coast highway for 12 hours
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| No one could believe it
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| Jed was one of ours
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| Meanwhile across the ocean
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| Living in the internet
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| Is the cause of an explosion
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| No one has heard yet
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| But there’s no need to worry
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| There’s no reason to fuss
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| Just go on about your work now
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| And leave the driving to us
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| And we’ll be watching you
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| No matter what you do
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| And you can do your part
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| By watching others too
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| Grandpa put down the paper
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| Staring in disbelief
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| Jed had always been good to him
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| And never gave him any grief
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| «the moral of this story
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| Is try not to get too old
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| The more time you spend on earth
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| The more you see unfold
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| And as an afterthought
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| This must to be told
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| Some people have taken pure bullshit
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| And turned it into gold" |