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I’ve got nothing plannedNo road maps in my handBut can you give me a ride?Man you drive me nutsI need Mom’s whiskey in my throatTo forget who I was‘Cause now, I’ve packed all my bagsAnd if you still try to make me see reason it’s no use‘Cause now I’ve made up my mindTo get away from it allI’m a little childWhen everything goes awryI’m sick and tired of playingI think I’ve lost my bearingsBeing nowhere is harder than it seemsYou know I’m passing throughNo need to keep me, I’m in a hurry now‘Cause now, I’ve packed all my bagsAnd if you still try to make me see reason it’s no use‘Cause now I’ve made up my mindTo get away from it all From Letras Mania