I'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head
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Starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed
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He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk
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And fires up my legs when he wants me to walk
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Keeps my eyes open for most of the day
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Adds to my memories the things that people say
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When he makes decisions I don't have to wait
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But sometimes it seems that he's got too much on his plate
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Like this morning when I woke up and he dressed me in this shirt
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That looks a little ragged where he dragged me through the dirt
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I'm moving through this life and I'm thinking about the next
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And hoping when I get there I'll be better dressed
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Driver
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Phish |