he still drives late into the nite
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with a beer in his hand
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a cigarette to blend
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he still hides all his contraband from all his friends right about this time
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you can run and hide it takes time to wake an unclear mind
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a million thoughts in your head when the concrete is your bed
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he still hides all the evidence from all his friends.
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Slacker
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