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| Monday, October 11th, 2004 |
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i am driving up 85 in the Kind of morning that Lasts all afternoon Just stuck inside the gloom Four more exits to My apartment but i am tempted to Keep the car in drive And leave this shit behind 'Cause i wonder sometimes About the outcome Of a still verdictless life Am i living it right? Am i living it right? Why georgia, why? i rent a room and i Fill the spaces with Wood in places to Make it feel like home But all i feel's alone It might be a quarter-life crisis Or just a stirring in my soul Either way i wonder sometimes About the outcome Of a still verdictless life Am i living it right? Am i living it right? Why georgia, why? So what so i've got a smile on But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head Don't believe me! Don't believe me! When i say i've got it down Everybody is just a stranger but That's the danger in Going my own way i guess it's the price i'll have to pay Still, "everything happens for a reason" Is no reason not to ask myself if i am living it right? Am i living it right? Am i living it right? Why, tell me why Why georgia, why? |
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