[00:09.20]Sunday driving past your own hall of fame
[00:20.62]It's closed on weekdays shut for good
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[00:25.73]Pick out no one when you're talkin'
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[00:30.24]Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'
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[00:35.42]No one has a clue
[00:38.85]The parting shots the thin caught
[00:42.60]Fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
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[00:47.78]A spastic grass a criminal's child
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[00:59.09]Count to ten and read
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[01:04.59]Until the lights begin to bleed
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[01:09.90]Lights til you actually a see the rays
[01:15.57]And your thoughts they start turning
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[01:19.94]Tells you lessons that you're learning
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[01:24.95]No one has a clue
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[01:28.31]The gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
[01:30.75]Wrestling with the elements up on the trail high
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[01:37.24]I need to know
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[01:39.56]Where does it go How do I get there What will I find
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[01:46.20]Fun fun fun fun for the summertime blues
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[01:52.60]It's gonna set you free