Life forced to drive us,
Spent the whole trip
Tryin' to go my way.
Pity for me, tattoo a wow.
What a mile!
Where are tonight's crimes going?
Innocent, I caught a lawman's daughter
Who tried turnin' it up to unwind.
Between the soles, under the stories,
Waiting below - a star-hit clock.
If I
Offer to drive,
Just know where your lifeline's going.
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