| Following a boat named Christine
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| Down the Garden State Parkway
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| Passive in the passenger seat
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| I sit in wait patiently
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| This summer in limbo
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| A period of life
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| Molecules spin faster
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| Than the loops in my translucent mind
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| I could waste my days on you
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| In the highway haze
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| I could waste my rays on you
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| And not think it was a waste
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| Passing by carnival rides
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| All folded up on moving trucks
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| It didn’t take us long to realize
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| That travelin' feeling was creepin' up
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| Our summer in limbo
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| A period of life
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| Molecules spin faster
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| Than the loops in my translucent mind
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| Well can you read me
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| At 300 word speed
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| The gas tank’s empty
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| But we’re not worried
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| Well, honey, should we be?
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| I could waste my days on you
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| In the highway haze
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| I could waste my rays on you
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| And not think it was a waste |