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Driving is Full of Traffic Lights

I look down the road through my window shield
And all I can see are backs
Backs, backs, backs
And the multitude of tail-lights makes me want to turn
Back, back

I just need some confirmation
That I don’t
Lack, lack

That my meager talents
Are enough for me to move
Forward, forward

So I won’t
Stop.





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