| Ever since I pulled over
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| I’ve been looking for you in the strangest places
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| With desperation painted on my face and I’m shaking
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| As I check every car window in the parking lot
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| Swallowing these ashes whole
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| And know that soon I’ll be en route to the hospital
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| You’d think I’ve got it all 'til tires start to crawl
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| I’m asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
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| Getting high in a borrowed car
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| Listening to the songs that got me this far into my own head
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| Just thinking of this, always thinking of this
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| Put on a pair of sunglasses
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| That turn February gray into everything yellow
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| You’ll always want to see as much of the sky
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| As much of the sky as possible
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| You’d think I’ve got it all 'til tires start to crawl
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| I’m asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
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| And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
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| Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental
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| Greet the world with a poker face
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| Through empty bottles, in a haze
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| They won’t suspect a thing now, will they?
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| Itemize your life in a panicked state
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| So you can sleep at night
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| And dream about never turning old and gray
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| Catching my breath now seems as useless as airplane conversations
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| 'Cause I enjoy toiling in all of my frustration
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| You’d think I’ve got it all 'til tires start to crawl
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| I’m asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
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| And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
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| Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental
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| Our skin is peeling from the searing steel surrounding us |