you ever been so bored
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that you start counting all your teeth
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as you squirm around and fidget
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in you cluttered, lousy seat
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you ever been so tired
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that your spirit starts to sigh
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and your working everyday
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just to make ends meet
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what keeps me hangin' on?
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you ever wake up in a hotel room
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but can't remember the city or state
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you look around, you roam around
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but your mind just can't relate
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you ever been so lost
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that a map won't do you no good
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as you drive around in circles
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in a place or town
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or some kind of neighborhood
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you ever been so desperate
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but for what you just don't know
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you see a thousand faces
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and you want to remember them all
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Twenty-Eight Teeth
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| Buck-O-Nine |
