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A
I got itchy fingers I got muddy feat
And my mind is wandering in the state of heat
My head is swimming it's full of lies
Tired of spending time to give you alibies
A
I need open spaces to clear my head
And to clear a few on the road ahead
Need to fill my tank and take the car
Fix the air condition or I'm gonna park
E
I'm gonna drive
D
I'm gonna drive
A
To the edge of this-a world
A
I see a fire disaster and hurricane
And sad-eyed people and dirty trains
And battered suitcase and crying kids
And resignation and how life is
And easy money and wildlife flows
And pretty pictures and singing folks
And double dealers and take-the-crap fishin'
And murdered daughters and thrown on the back
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