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So Close

Seven miles down.
Thirteen to go.
It's been about an hour now
and I'm already missing home.

My feet hurt,
so do my eyes.
My heart hurts,
but not from your lies.

I just want to play this show.
There's only maybe ten more miles to go.
This guitar is already becoming heavier
than my thoughts.

It's dark as all hell, if hell were the interior of a casket.
The only way I can see clearly is when caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic.
Guess my circumstances aren't tragic enough to hitch a ride.

My cigarette went out
with the torrents of rain.
Six miles to go.
Existing without my nicotine fix sure is a pain.

Finally at the theatre.
Cops are swarming like bees.
Said something about a drug known commonly as "Speed."
I guess even pigs need a pick me up now and then.

Confiscated fun.
Staring down the barrel of a gun.
Cops beating friends;
I think they're jealous of me because they have none.

It's just another night in the neighborhood.
Time to hit the road
and head back home.
At least you'll be there to greet me.
Written by Scenario (MC)
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