A year now and nothing much has changed
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Holed up in a motel in El Paso
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This was meant to be my great escape
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I got lost along the way
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Amongst free HBO and take out
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I'm gonna write my Moby Dick
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More like scratching lyrics on paper plates
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I spent the best years of my life
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Waiting on the best years of my life
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So what's there to write about?
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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So is this my destiny?
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From starlight into eternity
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The gods must be laughing down at me
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Ha ha ha
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A traveling salesman at twenty years old
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Stranded in Ann Arbor with a flat tire
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I watched the sun sadly set
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Any younger I may have wept
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Much older I wouldn't have noticed
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But I was out there in the world
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And the world it passed me by
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I was telling everyone back home
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That I was taking it by storm
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Instead I watched it from the roadside
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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Are these the best tales I can spin?
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A boy waiting to begin
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A man of no memoirs
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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And you're young and you're gonna be someone
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And you're old and you're ashamed of what you've become
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Well take a look around you
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You're preaching to the choir
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Ha ha ha!
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Ha ha ha!
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Tell me darling, what have I done?
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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What have I done?
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What Have I Done?
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