| I’ve been driving around town
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| With my head spinning around
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| Everywhere I look I see
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| Your '96 jeep cherokee
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| You’re a bully and a clown
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| You made me cry and put me down
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| After all that I’ve been through
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| You’d think I’d hate the sight of you
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| But with every jeep I see
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| My broken heart still skips a beat
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| I guess it’s just my stupid luck
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| That all of Boston drives that same black fucking truck
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| It could be him or am I tripping
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| And I’m crashing into everything
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| And thinking about skipping town a while
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| Until these cars go out of style…
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| I try to see it in reverse
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| It makes the situation hundreds of times worse
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| When I wonder if it makes you want to cry
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| Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by
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| So don’t tell me that you’re off to see the world
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| I know you won’t get very far
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| Don’t call me if you get another girl baby
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| Just call me if you get another car
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| The number of them is insane
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| Every exit’s an exboyfriend memory lane
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| Every major street’s a minor heart attack
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| I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black
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| It could be him or am I tripping
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| And I’m crashing into everything
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| I can’t wait til you trade that fucker in
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| By then they will have stuck me in the looney bin
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| It could be him my heart is pounding
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| It’s just no use I’m surrounded
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| But someday I’ll steal your car and switch the gears
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| And drive that Cherokee straight off this trail of tears |