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Red light I can't stay focused on the place I'm supposed to be Turn signals in sync with the F-150 in front of me Falls out and syncs back up again When the potential of ten and two Then the right foot rears its ugly head So I press it I press it hard Literally as far away as I can get from two oaks on Hawthorne In the suburbs of a city I felt like fucking off But I guess that's not enough From Letras Mania