I saw flowers by the side of the road,
The flowers distract me from the side of the road,
The car brakes the belly aches,
One short year I've been awake,
The flowers by the road just stink of boredom,
I want to be a better man,
I want the brains to treat you right.
Teach me to be dignified the rest of my life.
I want to be an architect, and kill the macho, kill the ego.
I want to be a better man the rest of my life.
The maps don't lie, just use your eyes,
The maps put numbers by the side of the road.
'Once in a while you should feel the hurt,
Don't do to me what you did to her.'
I'll drive through the night just to be near you.
Well spend our lives, wasting time, until we die, but we don't mind.
We'll count the days, we'll share the blame,
And feel the pain, it's not a shame.
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