His feet are dirty
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And his face, his face is long
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And while he's peeking out
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Through his hair he hides the pain
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Till that lennon song comes along
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He'll turn it off and say can you drive?
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Jimmy, we need to borrow this for a minute
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Cause we need to escape
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Now there's so many things that
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He's gonna do in 5 lifetimes
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Hell i could do 'em all
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Yeah and while he's rolling his own smokes
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He says to me he's buying a new ride today
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A classic deal the boss will give
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He said the same thing two weeks ago
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You've seen that sweaty jet rag
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Feeling come over him, and i've
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Seen that boy nod into a dream a time or two
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And on his way out his glazed stare
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Will make you stop and wonder
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Hey william is that the last time
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I'm gonna look at you?
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But the next day phone will ring
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And it will be him
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Can you drive?
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Jimmy, what would you say
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What would you do
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Oh should i pray?
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Or do you think that this blind mind
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Would listen to me, anyway
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Drive
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Blind Melon |