| Eyes on the road, daddy, keep up your head
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| Call me if you’re falling asleep, I said
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| I think we’re already there, buddy
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| And I think I’ve got a lot of explaining to do
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| Got a lot of things to just sort through
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| But I don’t know about you
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| What kind of man are ya? |
| Do ya tell the truth?
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| Do you paint your nails blue?
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| 'Cause I wanna know, honey
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| Did you hear the sound of the people out on the shore?
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| Do you answer to the neighbor knocking at your door?
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| Do you wanna know more?
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| Do you, do you wanna know what you’d do
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| When they’re down on their knees begging ya please?
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| Oh, what kinda man are ya really gonna be, honey?
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| I don’t know if you wanna know
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| How far down this goes
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| 'Cause even with my eyes wide looking back in hindsight
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| I still struggle to see ya now
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| I see ya back at the old house
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| I see ya crashing on the office couch
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| I feel the time passing quickly now
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| I make a plan but all I do is wonder how
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| Can I really see you?
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| Am I wise enough to take in the truth?
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| To take in the truth
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| Eyes on the road, keep up your head
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| Call my name if you’re falling asleep, I said |