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Song Lyrics
I called you
But I'd of run out of words
So I stared at the plastic
Collidin' with dirt
At the fast food
Sign out in leb
I prepared for the warfare
With the voice in my head.
And I thought it was strange
How the letters were placed
How the hiring sign
Seemed to laugh in my face.
And if you were here, you'd make a joke of it
I'm alone, getting lost in the scope of it
And I see you drive in.
And your love is like an open flame
I'm a running car, you're a closed garage
Someone once told us there's a world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
Most people grow up and they move away
But you don't care and I don't mind at all.
I got the car, you got the bag
A handwritten note left from mom and dad
Police scanner bouncing on the dash
Cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash.
I had the brains for a city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off.
Such simple lines
They drew to make this place
In the interest of time
We got a whole lot to waste.
And your love is like an open flame
I'm a running car, you're a closed garage
Someone once said there's a world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
People grow and they move away
But you don't care and I don't mind at all
You don't care and I don't mind at all.
I got the car, you got the bag
Handwritten note left from mom and dad
A police scanner bouncing on the dash
A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash.
I had the brains for a city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off.
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