| There’s a ticket in your windshield
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| And the price keeps adding up
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| There’s an LP in your turntable
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| Another place to house the dust
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| There’s a song for almost everything
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| And you’ve heard every single one
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| I know the chords are nearly perfect
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| One more spin could kill the fun
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| So you change routines and mix it up
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| Take a class and buy some new shoes
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| Yeah you stop the tape and wind it up
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| Start it back up from the top
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| In the summer, sun is shining
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| Sweat is dripping off your brow
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| The air is stagnant, you are wheezing
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| Drawing breaths through lips that frown
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| And in the winter you are freezing
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| The snow looks ugly on the ground
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| So to the sun you may start praying
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| Begging for that ice will melt
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| So you change the scene, you’ll fix it up
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| Nothing could go wrong now
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| Lay and wait, something’s still wrong
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| I must need a brand new house |