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Man it's really strange
This city never stays the same
Its always
I've got to keep on moving and I've got to keep on going
But maybe it's to keep itself sane
That it's always
I've got to keep on going, so I don't have any feeling

So I'm on my way out of this place that has me turning numb
I'm on my way,
All the feeling in this place has up and gone

So with one hand on the wheel
And the other out the window
With a smile on my face
And my middle finger up
With on hand on the wheel
This city's going crazy
Without a care that it's all fucked up