6 o'clock, rolls around real slow, and I'm out
In my truck, there's a song, playing on my radio
In the back, head down, my fear, drowns
In round after round
Oh how the time wastes away
With the ashtrays, nascar, and pull tab games
All of our homes seem so far, they seem so far
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