I’ve been driving around town
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With my head spinning around
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Everywhere I look, I see
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A ’96 Jeep Cherokee
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You’re a bully and a clown
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You made me cry and put me down
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After all that I’ve been through,
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You’d think I‘d hate the sight of you
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But with every jeep I see
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My broken heart still skips a beat
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I guess it’s just my stupid luck
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That all of boston drives the same black fucking truck
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It could be him, or am I tripping
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And I’m crashing into everything, I‘m
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Thinking about skipping town awhile
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Until these cars go out of style
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I tried to see it in reverse
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It makes the situation hundreds of times worse
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When I wonder if it makes you want to cry
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Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by,
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So don’t tell me if you’re off to see the world
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I know you won’t get very far
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Don’t tell me if you’ve got another girl, baby, just
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Tell me if you get another car
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It could be him, or am I tripping
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It could be him
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The number of them is insane
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Every exit’s an ex-boyfriend memory lane
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Every major street’s a minor heart attack?
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I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black!
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It could be him, or am I tripping
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And I’m crashing into everything, I
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Can’t wait til you trade the damn thing in
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By then, they will have put me in the loony bin,
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It could be him, my heart is pounding
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It’s just no use, I’m surrounded
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But one day I’ll steal your car and switch the gears
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And drive that Cherokee straight up its Trail of Tears
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Black Jeep
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| The Dresden Dolls |
