I've been trying to think about anything but this,
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or how we're missing towns, missing out, the exit's on this strip.
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I've been wondering how or if we'll ever get to sleep
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because we're sixteen hours in.
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This ride from Eric's house has been fucking up my shit
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because we stayed to watch the weeks new Office
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and now it's twelve a.m. in the dirty south.
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You know we must be bored of this
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because we're stealing from gas stations and talking about how,
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Arizona's airport is called Sky Harbor.
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I wonder if that's what the last song on Clarity's about.
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We're saying it loud.
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Get to the Falcon, it's three a.m. and were delirious.
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Cheating on the Atlantic.
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We're talking about pawning all our shit,
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buying wave runners and becoming pirates.
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We've been falling apart; like Richie's got a brand new stretch mark.
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Night drives start at Waffle House and end at Wal-Mart.
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We're breaking hearts of waitresses in seedy truck stops
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because Steve's shirtless, pounding beers in the parking lot.
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We're taking naked pictures in the Utah desert.
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"Yo man, I think that girl just saw your dick."
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If this is our time, then the Denver Skyline
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is telling me to make up my Goddamn mind
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Solo And Chewy: Holdin' It Down
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| The Wonder Years |
