Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
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At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
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Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,
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All these sugars with no vitamin sensation.
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Do you ever stop to look over old relations,
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Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,
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Someone young in the winds of a revolution
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Trying to save his face in the evolution.
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Asleep at the wheel,
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No windshield,
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But you know that the streets
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Here don't change.
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He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation,
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Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.
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Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
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Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation.
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Asleep at the wheel,
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No windshield,
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But you know that the streets
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Here don't change.
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With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
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To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,
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She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
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Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention.
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Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion,
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Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,
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With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
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As if you really understood the value of isolation.
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Asleep at the wheel,
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No windshield,
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But you know that the streets
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Here don't change.
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Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
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Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin'
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Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
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Locked in neutral your engines are broken.
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Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean,
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Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,
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You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions,
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And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
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Asleep at the wheel,
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No windshield,
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But you know that the streets
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Here don't change.
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Asleep At The Wheel
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| The Wallflowers |
