| A thousand break lights on my window
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| Dennis Brown playing on my stereo
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| Wait all this time riding up on the kings highway
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| So I see you set up the roadblock
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| With an empty quart, I drove right through the stop
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| Don’t ask me where I’ve acquired my brand new car
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| I’ve been holding tears, it’s taken me a couple of gears
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| I noticed that the lights have changed
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| The freaks are somehow normal and accepted deranged
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| So why must I be confused, I can’t be around your abuse
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| Let me tell you
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| Your mixed up moods and attitudes won’t work
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| I’m done with this type of love we do, do you hear me?
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| All you do is confuse and hurt
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| So I pass your house for one last time and drive, yeah
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| Worry, thinking, speeding, complaining
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| All these signs that I’ve blown through
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| Around the corner at a quarter to three
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| Accelerate as I start to leave from you
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| As I leave from you
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| Let me tell you
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| Your mixed up moods and attitudes won’t work
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| I’m done with this type of love we do, do you hear me?
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| All you do is confuse and hurt
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| So I pass your house for one last time and drive, yeah
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| Drive away from you
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| Drive away from you
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| Drive away from you
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| Drive away from, from you
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| Drive away, drive away from you, you
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| For one last time and drive
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| One last time and drive
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| Drive away from you
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| Your mixed up moods and attitudes won’t work
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| I’m done with this type of love we do, do you hear me?
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| All you do is confuse and hurt
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| So I pass your house for one last time and drive, hey
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| Drive away from you
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| Then I drive, drive away from you
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| From you |