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I'm asleep and awake at the same time
Not a drunk driver
Just a driver
Just here for the brand new licorice asphalt
Get off, out of courtesy, you Elm Street crawlers
And leave crazy men room to die
Must be the approach of light speed, I see ends before the starts
What it's like in prison, then the good and bad reasons for laws
The excuses, then the outcomes, then the cause
The car, her hand and me without her,
The car and not her hand,
The miles per hour, and not the miles, and not the hours,
The wheel and not the right or left direction,
The wheel and not her hand,
The freeway, not the place the freeway goes,
The driver, not the man