| I made my way to the taxi to go drive around
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| it was late night glasgow
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| feeling reluctant cause I’m not into meaningless small talk
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| Please, no, thank you!
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| He talks about calton
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| the man die at 50
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| He says it’s the drugs, the crime and the whiskey
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| A small buddha stands on his dashboard,
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| He winks points it out, his loyal protector
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| I spent some time with a taxi driver
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| Some peace of mind is all he’ve ever wanted
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| I’ve never met such a taxi driver, his choices is clear
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| no reason to be daunted
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| I’m in the car still driving around
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| the meter keeps running almost downtown
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| the driver smiles, he says he’s blessed
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| peace at his mind not like the rest
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| he says I’m a buddhist 'cause I like people
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| don’t care where they com from we’re all equal
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| if more people learn to love and accept
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| things will get better and people connect
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| I spent some time with a taxi driver
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| Some peace of mind is all he’ve ever wanted
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| I’ve never met such a taxi driver, his choices is clear
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| no reason to be daunted
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| He knows he can’t change his world
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| but
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| he can’t change the way he feels it He knows he can’t change his world
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| but
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| he can’t change the way he sees it |