Sitting in traffic on the Tappan Zee
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Fifty million people out in front of me
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Trying to cross the water but it just might be a while
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Rain's coming down I can't see a thing
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Radio's broken so I'm whistling
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New York to Nyack feels like a hundred miles
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It's not right
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It's not fair
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I'm still a mess
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And you still don't care
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I go to work
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I come back home
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But you're still gone
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And I'm still alone
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And the little red light's not blinking
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No, no the little red light's not blinking
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No, no the little red light's not blinking
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On my big black plastic Japanese cordless phone
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Oh no
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Stuck in a meeting on Monday night
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Trying to get the numbers to come out right
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I'm getting tired, I think I just might need a drink
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And as I'm reaching in the bottom drawer
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I'm dreaming 'bout the way it was before
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Life was so easy I never really had to think
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It's not right
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It's not fair
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I'm still a mess
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And you still don't care
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I go to sleep
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When I wake up
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The pain sets in
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And it never stops
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And the little red light's not blinking
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No, no the little red light's not blinking
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No, no the little red light's not blinking
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On the desktop mailbox of my big black laptop
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Oh no
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It's not right
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It's not fair
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I'm still a mess
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And you still don't care
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I go to work
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I come back home
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But you're still gone
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And I'm still alone
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And the little red light's not blinking
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No, no the little red light's not blinking
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No, no the little red light's not blinking
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On my big black Radio Shack digital portable phone
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Oh no
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Little Red Light
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
