| Called in sick for work
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| said the fevers getting worse
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| There’s a lot of that going around
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| I packed a duffle bag
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| With some clothes from the attic
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| It’s getting colder in the evening
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| I hocked my pocket watch
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| And a couple old guitars
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| I could hardly stand to play them
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| I drew all my savings out
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| Closed my bank account
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| stuck the money in the glove box
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| I drove away on Monday
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| I couldn’t say where I was going to It’s just something I had to do
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| I was bored of it by Thursday
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| driving amorously down aimless interstates
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| searching for queues
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| Yeah for you
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| And I don’t know where you are
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| I guess I haven’t looked to hard
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| because I’m afraid that I might find you
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| IS it special where you are
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| Like Xanadu or Shangri-La
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| Is it anything like Omaha
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| I called in sick on Monday
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| I was already of the next couple of days
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| Some bullshit escape
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| I was back to work on Thursday
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| yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat
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| The fever bite me, yeah it bite me But I been sleeping and taking things
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| I think I’ve got it beat… |