hunted down
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someone said, no story, no gain
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wipe the clock right now
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I despise what you crave
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I remember you
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when you wore a different face
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never heard a story of anyone
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who drove the blacktop insane
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leaning on a stoplight
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waiting for eventual change
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what's it matter right now
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it's not so easy to gauge
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every time
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that you ask for more
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it's the sound that makes the colors go blind
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and everything comes in threes
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but your face shows two
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lost in the watershed
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way out of tune
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ain't it hard
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when the spirit doesn't catch you
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gravity's the winner
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and it weighs you down
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it weighs you down
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Wipe The Clock
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| Uncle Tupelo |
