Some Bullshit Escape

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I called in sick for work Said "the fever's getting worse There's a lot of that going 'round" I packed a duffle bag With some clothes from the attic It's getting colder in the evenings I hocked my pocket watch And a couple old guitars I could hardly stand to play them I drew all my savings out Closed my bank account Stuck the money in the glove box I drove away on Monday I couldn't say where I was going to It's just something I had to do I was bored of it by Thursday Driving aimlessly down aimless interstates Searching for cues Yeah, for you And I don't know where you are I guess I haven't looked too hard Cause I'm afraid that I might find you Is it special where you are A Xanadu or Shangri-La Is it anything like Omaha? I called in sick on Monday I was already off the next couple of days Some bullshit escape I was back to work on Thursday Yeah, the fever's gone I think I got it beat The fever bit me, yeah it bit me But I've been sleeping and taking things I think I've got it beat
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