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Some Bullshit Escape lyrics
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
I 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
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Black Out
- 2 The Beaten Path
- 4 O'Rourke's, 1:20 a.m.
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