Troubled at the office, troubled at the bank
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I put my hands against the tree line
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I know it's real but it still feels fake
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The last thing I remember from that world
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Was a drum take clicked out on the tape too slow
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Oh what a life we give
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Toward obsessions and curled toes
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And the death line that's running
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Through our friends as well as foes
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And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost
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As I go down this road of the bored and boring
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No one saw it coming, everyone was shocked
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So I bummed my roommate's helmet
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And keep a tight grip on my bike lock
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Take the side streets, keep my eyes closed
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Oh, it only takes a second to pass
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I've had some really nice people
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Say some really smart things to me
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I've had really nice people
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Bummer out here in this bed next to me
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So I sing my life in circles
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Through these outrages and I
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Have had some really nice people
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Have to tell me goodbye
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So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes and
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let it fly and try to stay positive.
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Share The Road
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Kind Of Like Spitting |