| I know you’ve got your friends in the backseat of your car
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| And I’ve heard all the stories from when you pushed the pedal way too far
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| Thought you’d still pick me up and show me what you were made of
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| Back when you drove for months just to drive all the way back to park
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| How come it’s never me?
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| And yet I’m still waiting
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| I’m calling to tell you I would’ve read the map for miles
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| So you could get us there
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| I’m calling to tell you I’m on the subway and I’m no longer coming
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| It’s not like you would care
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| You paint your pictures of road side stops and empty streets
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| Oh what I would give to sit in the passenger seat
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| Thought you’d still pick me up cuz i decided to believe in us
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| But when push came to shove you left me alone on the concrete
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| How come it hurts so bad?
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| There’s nowhere to arrive at
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| I’m calling to tell you I would’ve read the map for miles
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| So you could get us there
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| I’m calling to tell you I’m on the subway and I’m no longer coming
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| It’s not like you would care
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| I’m calling to tell you you’re out of gas and you’re close to stalling
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| I’m calling to tell you I’m having nightmares but you’re probably alright
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| I’m calling to tell you I hope that you just get where you’re going
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| And you find yourself somewhere |