| Travellin’across the USA,
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| It’s hard sometimes to keep it together.
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| Nothing but the songs that you play
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| And a couple kids believing your sound.
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| Living’s just this social disease
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| So you, you took it straight to the highway.
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| Roll one up and do as you please,
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| Just be certain not to fall with the wrong kind of crowd.
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| Be extra carefull when you cross,
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| 'Cause static comes from every erection.
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| Find some one or you’ll be lost
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| And you’re just the kind who’s liable to never be found.
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| Think of you whenever it rains
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| And I, I hear your song on the jukebox.
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| Jesus don’t you know it’s a shame
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| That there really isn’t any like you left around.
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| Mistake…
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| Be carefull what you take,
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| You’ve got a lot at stake,
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| More than you’ll ever know.
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| Beware the overdose,
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| Beware the overdose.
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| Mistake…
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| Be carefull what you take,
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| You’ve got so much at stake,
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| It’s stronger than you know.
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| Beware the overdose.
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| In the USA
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| You’ll never find the time for slackin',
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| Never gonna make it today
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| Until you finally exit the dragon.
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| Look inside, inside my soul,
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| There’s a catchy song, a catchy song,
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| It’s coming through the radio.
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| There’s a certain song, a certain song.
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| Stuck inside my soul,
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| It’s a catchy song; |
| it’s number one,
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| Too bad you had overdosed. |