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Out of gas
Walk’n down the road feelin blue and low
Cars out of gas, damn thing won’t go
Wife’s been workin overtime
And I just sit and play
Never a thought to anyone else
How could such a young man be so inconsiderate and free
He walks as if the world’s his own
Where does he think he’ll be?
Cars out of gas, damn thing won’t go
Wife’s been workin overtime
And I just sit and play
Never a thought to anyone else
How could such a young man be so inconsiderate and free
He walks as if the world’s his own
Where does he think he’ll be?
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