| Waking up on a Sunday
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| I’ve been riding for a night or two
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| Looking out of the window
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| I’m so tired another drink will do
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| I’m just living a story
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| Like I heard it on a 45
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| There’s no one here to rely on
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| It’s the sign that makes me wonder why
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| Well I can’t get up no more
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| Though I tried standing in a forest of reasons
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| Well I can’t get up no more
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| Though I tried standing in a forest of reasons
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| Driving into the sun light
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| I’ve been thinking about a better life
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| There nothing left to delight in
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| It’s a sign we ain’t got it right
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| Fading out on the highway
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| California coming into sight
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| There’s no one here to rely on
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| It’s the sign that makes me wonder why
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| Well I can’t get up no more
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| Though I tried standing in a forest of reasons
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| Well I can’t get up no more
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| Though I tried standing in a forest of reasons
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| Like a moth to a candle
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| Driven to the naked flame
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| Murder on the news and blood on the streets again
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| Well I can’t get up no more
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| Though I tried standing in a forest of reasons
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| Well I can’t get up no more
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| Though I tried standing in a forest of reasons
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| Standing in a forest of reasons
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| Standing in a forest of reasons
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| Standing in a forest of reasons
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| Standing in a forest of reasons
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| Standing in a forest of reasons
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| Standing in a forest of reasons
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| Standing in a forest of reasons |