| Driving up the coast
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| To find a version of the truth
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| Left the backdoor swinging
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| Like a dirty little sleuth
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| The truth is I have never
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| Felt half this alive
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| Now it’s time to dance
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| Upon the grave called 45
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| Jacked up on some Kerouac
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| And surely bullet proof
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| The girl who taught me what to do
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| Was missing her front tooth
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| Gentle as a storm
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| Inside your mental health
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| I want to find the answer
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| But I just can’t find myself
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| I say so long
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| To the way I played
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| The way I played
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| Inside of yesterday
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| Hey let’s run around
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| The great escape
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| From out of my hometown
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| Later I would look for love
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| Inside a woman’s dorm
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| A couch to keep me humble
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| And her breath to keep me warm
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| Ophelia was the girl
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| That I was feeling for
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| Come to realize
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| It was me who was the whore
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| A captain lost himself
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| Inside a 40 year old skull
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| The drink of choice was knowledge
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| And we always wanted more
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| Drunken sailors
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| Seeking their Geronimo
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| Instead they found the things
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| That they really didn’t want to know
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| I say so long
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| To the way I played
|
| The way I played
|
| Inside of yesterday
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| Hey let’s run around
|
| The great escape
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| From out of my hometown
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| Country roads
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| Would never let me stay
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| The way I played
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| Inside of yesterday
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| A devil’s growl and cat’s meow
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| Were blended into one
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| Termites called suburbanites
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| Were eating all the fun
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| A juggernaut of comedy
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| And blasphemy
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| I want to stop the madness
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| But I think it has to be
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| I say so long
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| To the way I played
|
| The way I played
|
| Inside of yesterday
|
| Hey let’s run around
|
| The great escape
|
| From out of my hometown
|
| Country roads
|
| Would never let me stay
|
| The way I played
|
| Inside of yesterday
|
| Hey let’s run around
|
| The great escape
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| From out of my hometown |