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    We drove after the show
    On dark and windy roads
    The fog was so thick
    We couldn't see through it
    We had to take it slow
    Little did I know
    That while I did my best to keep us all alive
    You were dying out there on the west coast

    And the blue and red lights looked so bright in the fog
    With no seatbelts on and an expired license plate
    That vermont state police man must have known
    what was to come
    Because he took it easy and he let us drive away
    The road went on forever that night and the hour grew so late
    The cell phone towers that we drove past
    Had a grim look on their face
    They knew what they had to do
    But they didn't want to break the news
    It's an awful job that no one wants to do

    Kept awake my crazy dogs
    Too much baking powder used
    I had seven missed calls
    So I knew that it was bad news
    I went to the van
    The taste of metal in my mouth
    I played the message back again
    Hoping that I heard it wrong somehow

    The people on the street stared at me
    As I stared off into space
    Like a statue in the back seat, like a coffin in the grave
    I sat frozen in purple rain
    I waited for a while for the phone call to come
    And tell me this was another on of your pranks
    I waited for weeks and weeks
    For a tear to roll down my face
    They knew what they had to do
    But they didn't want to break the news
    It's an awful job that no one wants to do

    This is where you went
    When you left us to try and kill the president
    We tracked you down
    And drug you into the van somehow
    I threw you against a fence
    I felt so bad for doing it
    The next morning I just left
    I drove home alone feeling sick

    Somewhere in pennsylvania I saw a dozen
    amish women on a bridge
    They waved at me as I drove underneath
    I was worried about what it meant
    This was years ago I know
    But I was back again
    And the goddamn telephone was telling me
    That I don't have a best friend
    I don't what to go home
    Because it's not where I live
    I played that message one more time again

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