I've been driving all night
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Bathing in flourescent light
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Of a western Tennessee gas station
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With a pack of two-way action
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I'm subsisting on a fraction
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And I close my eyes and pretend
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I'm on vacation
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But the light bleeds through
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And it's all green-blue
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There goes my imagination
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My return fills me with dread
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Will myhouse plants be all dead
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My significant be with another
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I say ok where was I
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But I can't repress a sigh
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And I think I'm gonna
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Yeah I think I'm gonna call my mother
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Let the subject wander
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To issues of blonde hair
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Or something or other
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Like a bad haircut
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Or a glass of cold water
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Some of the things
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You wouldn't ordinarily thought a
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Will all be lost if you let it in
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Maybe I'll never ever feel it again
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I've been driving all night
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Bathing in flourescent light
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Of a western Tennessee gas station
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With a pack of two-way action
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I'm subsisting on a fraction
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Of what used to be a sugar-free
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Half-melted bag of Tastations
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That hard candy sensation
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It's sweeping the nation
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And it
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Puts my mind in traction
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I'm subsisting on a fraction
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And I close my eyes and pretend
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I'm on vacation
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But while it melts in my mouth
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I'm still driving south
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In a TV Nation
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Like a bad haircut
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Or a glass of cold water
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Shouldn't I say what I really shouldn't oughta
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You spend half a day in
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Some of these places
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Like a flash of white light
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That's in front of our faces
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A state of peristalsis or a parastatic stasis
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And we're off to the races
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Two Way Action
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Andrew Bird |