| Come on baby, let’s take a ride
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| And we might make it by morning light
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| The sun is bright and bold and bray
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| My car is a stone that gently weighs
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| So jersey lays like a sight never seen
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| And no waking ghost got news for me, well
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| You’re damned if you’re wrong
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| And you’re damned if you’re right
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| You might make it there by christmas night
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| And damned if this world ain’t wide enough for your game
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| Cause my way, is that the way home?
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| And they tried to do their best to carry on
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| You run a comb all through your hair
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| And stolen road signs will never stare
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| They’re damned if they’re right
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| And they’re damned if they’re wrong, they don’t mind
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| So dance in the doldrums of each new day
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| Dance in the doldrums of common pay
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| Dance in the doldrums that keep you from this divide
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| Cause my way, is that the way home?
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| And they tried to do their best to carry on
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| Cause my way, is that the way home?
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| And they tried to do their best to carry on
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| All the peninsula lays in the light
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| It makes a maze for the coming night
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| Listen to the radio as you drive on
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| We don’t care where we are
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| We don’t care if we arrive soon |