sleepy eyed and bed headed.
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nine a.m. traffic jam and i'm late for work again.
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there are planes overhead and people going places.
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and i'm dreaming i'm on my way with them.
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i just want to be driving through.
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i got my sunglasses and the radio on.
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i'm feeling good.
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just like i could roll up my sleeves and take on the world.
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but if this city had its way.
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it would swallow me whole.
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i won't let it swallow me.
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i just want to be driving through the night to be with you.
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or maybe on my way to new york.
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or toward the western sky.
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i don't really care.
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i'd just drive
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Some Kind Of Jet Pilot
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| Brandtson |
