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I know it's late but I have to go There's some family drama, I'm lying I know The truth of it is that I can't stay here much longer My brain is a mess and I think it's my father I'm just gonna go, although I shouldn't be driving I smoked too much grass and intoxication is thriving I found me a spot parked 'neath this neon sign I'll try to catch a snooze although it's almost waking time As I drift off in peace in the backseat of my car the old smoker's cough is a steady to my heart
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
3 a.m. is calling
I know it's late but I have to go There's some family drama, I'm lying I know The truth of it is that I can't stay here much longer My brain is a mess and I think it's my father I'm just gonna go, although I shouldn't be driving I smoked too much grass and intoxication is thriving I found me a spot parked 'neath this neon sign I'll try to catch a snooze although it's almost waking time As I drift off in peace in the backseat of my car the old smoker's cough is a steady to my heart
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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