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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?
Written by Tombird
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