The lane next over is always faster
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And you wait so long until you're so bothered
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But right after you complete your merge
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The lane you started in gets going
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And while you wait for your luck to change
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All you can think of is where you started
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You don't like anything on local radio
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So you fumble around 'til you land on NPR
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And listen to world news
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Well, a bomb went off in the parking lot
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Of a newly opened sunni marketplace
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And a cloud covers your car at just the right time
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For you to see the dark on your face in the mirror
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Your phone goes off with a picture of your mother
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It's five to six, and she can't find your brother
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And while normally you'd yell and scream,
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Instructing her to go and find him on her own
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But calmly you're exiting,
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And telling her that you are headed on your way home
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She does not know what to say,
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Just glad you're on your way home
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You turn off your phone in a different tone
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As you think,
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The bad feeling so bad makes the good so good
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