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I called in sick for work The fever's getting worse There's a lot of that going around I packed a duffle bag With some clothes from the attic It's getting colder in the evenings I hocked my pocket watch And a couple old guitars I could hardly stand to play them I drew all my savings out Closed my bank account And stuck the money in the glove box Letras de cancionesI drove away on Monday I couldn't say where I was going to it was just something I had to do I was bored of it by Thursday Driving aimlessly down aimless interstates Searching for cues Yeah, for you And I don't know where you are I guess I haven't looked too hard I think I'm afraid I might find you Is it special where you are? A Xanadu or Shangri La? Is it anything like Omaha? I called in sick on Monday I was already off the next couple of days Same bullshit escape I was back to work on Thursday Yeah, the fever's gone, I think I've got it beat That fever bit me, yeah, it bit me But I've been sleeping And taking things I think I've got it beat And I don't know where you are I bet I'll never find you out There's a lot of that going around From Letras Mania