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I am driving up eighty-five in the
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Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
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I'm just stuck inside the gloom
Four more exits to my apartment
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But I am tempted to keep the car in drive
And leave it all behind
'Cause I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
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Am I living it right
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Am I living it right
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Am I living it right
Why, why Georgia, why
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
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Wood in places to make it feel like home
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But all I feel's alone
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It might be a quarter-life crisis
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Or just the stirring in my soul
Either way
I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
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Am I living it right
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Am I living it right
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Am I living it right
Why, why Georgia, why
So what so I've got a smile on
But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
Don't believe me
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When I say I've got it down
Everybody is just a stranger
But that's the danger in
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Going my own way
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I guess it's the price I have to pay
Still everything happens for a reason
Is no reason not to ask myself if I am
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living it right
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Am I living it right
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Am I living it right
Why, tell me why
Why, why Georgia, why