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i've standing here waiting for the buson a Saturday laundry on my backultraviolet rays like i'm posing for a shotin a magazine what the hell does it mean?refraini'm a travelling man straight from the cari'm a thousand miles away from my number one fanmy folks are getting tight won't let me out at nightyou can't avoid the complicationswhen there's no reason at allwhen the right hand stikes we flyi'll drink my beer i'll wipe my tearssouthbound in the skychorusanother crime another reason gets you everydaythe only time that you can talkyou ain't nothing to saywell i'm caught up in a stupid gamethai i can't playit's just a waste of time but i'm in anywayi've been sitting here watching the signstoo many cars at night belching in the moonlightwe're doing ninety as the sky turns to greythe people look like bees buzzing by the highwaythe wheels are rolling like a rolling stonealone i choose the road less traveled onnow i'm lying here waiting for the dayon the second deckdreaming of a girl from a fairytalechain around my necka ride is all it takes but pains get in the wayrefrainchoruschorusi'm in it anyway heyi'm in it anyway
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