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Trying To Get To You

I've got stuff spread 'tween here and there I'm way over the speed limit what the state posts on the sign is too moderate, I am thinking as I downshift into low I'm not going fast enough traffic is much too heavy and my clutch is starting to smoke now, I think it's way too late the officer is thinking so too as he writes me out a ticket on the side of this busy road can't he see I'm in a hurry to get me back to you as soon as he is finished off again I will go he won't slow me down and I'm not going to brake I'll take all the tickets 'til they take my license away if you see my little gray car best move way out of my path nothing will keep me from getting to you the sirens just impede progress

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