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Virtue is relative at best There's nothing worse than a sunset When you're driving *due* west And I'm afraid that my love is gonna come up short that there is no there there i guess i'm scared 'cause I want to have good news to report every time I come up for air Now I'm crusing through a chromakey blue sky but i know that in an hour or three the sun is gonna be in my eyes and i know that sometimes all i can see Is how I feel Like the whole world is on the other side Of a dirty windshield And I'm trying to see through the glare yes I'm struggling just to see what is there The one person who really knows me best Says I'm like a cat the kind of cat that you just can't pick up And throw into your lap no, The kind that doesn't mind being held Only when its her idea Yeah the kind that feels what she decides to feel when she's good and ready to feel And now I am prowling through the backyard and I am hiding under the car I have gotten out of everything I've gotten in to so far i eat when I am hungry And I travel alone and just outside the glow of the house is where i feel most at home But in the window you sometimes appear And your music is faint in my ear |
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