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Me eyelids are failing me. This plain of asphalt stretches, and stretches Twelve o'clock, midnight To many early mornings and late nights I should've known it would ruin me Darkness Back again, cursed body Pitter-patter Oh, it's raining again, joyous Sigh Window-wipers on, nothing What's this ? Broken This can't be, or can't get worse Pop A tire too ? I shouldn't have said anything Exasperated, my head graces teh wheel Why can't I just sleep, life is toom much for my shoulders Aweh well Where is the shoulder of the road ? Who builds these things anyway Where is a gas station when you need one, then again it's a corpse lot anyway Two dollars for gas ? I'd rather crawl Well, time to change this tire SongtexteUgh, doors broken, of course it is Trunk popped How did I guess, no spare, seves me right Well, it looks like I'm waiting for daybreak But not in this rain Silence The doors locked Inside I can see the keys in the ignition Argh I will pound this till I can take no more ! I knew I should've bought a phone instead of lottery tickets One can cream Well, looks like I'm catching pneumonia tonight I hate Mondays Aus Songtexte Mania