Atmosphere - Aspiring Sociopath Lyrics

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Wheels keep on turning turning turning and turning

Alone is when he finally feels like a person

Light another Nat Sherman

Crack the window feel the wind blow

Serenity tenfold

God bless whoever invented sunglasses

And while your at save the saints that work

The fast food drive throughs

Objects are closer than they appear

Cuz when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to

Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle

It teaches him topics to dicuss with real people

So when he stops to get gas or hit that coffee shop

His neurotic ass can act like he knows a whole lot

Pour some sugar on me my counterfeit personality

He's a loner dottie he's a rebel

He's gonna drive the escort to the middle of that meadow

Thinking about how he can leave this city

Fill the tank and towards the water he'll flee or

Maybe he should just go get a picture at the CC

And find a stool at the bar where he can stare at the TV

Either way tomorrow will be just like today

And that's all it takes to make the change

He loves to drive more than he loves being alive

And this town doesn't even know his real name

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It goes bye bye Miss American Pie

Drove the Ford to the border to disturb the order

If only that he'd know that he wouldn't be missed

Maybe then he could have grown to exist

[repeated till the song fades]

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