Tank of Gas
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Monday morning, coffee’s cold, Same old suit, same worn-out road. Nine to five,
dreams on hold, Punchin’ clocks, while my soul gets sold. Fluorescent lights and
concrete walls, Boss man’s voice echoes through the halls. Chasin’ paychecks,
losin’ track, Of the life I swore I’d take back. Now I’m rollin’
free, where the wild wind blows, Down backroad dreams and sunset shows.
Left the grind in my rearview glass, Found my peace in a tank
of gas. Home’s got wheels and open sky, No more askin’ who or why.
Took that leap, now I believe — Life begins when you choose to
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