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Music and Lyrics: Chuck Baker
There must be more to push us over the line that we cross over
When we're not thinking of the time we waste if we dared to try
It's a skill that you hone, I'd like to own my own
Little shop where all the business was seen to by someone else
It's a skill that you hone, I'd like to own my own,
Fast car so I could burn up this road.
And get away, from all the things I thought I had
I've listened to all the things you had to say
And my spirit is weary, if I was leaving you'd stay