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He still drives late into the nite
With a beer in his hand
A cigarette to blend
He still hides all his contraband from all his friends right about this time
You can run and hide it takes time to wake an unclear mind
A million thoughts in your head when the concrete is your bed
He still hides all the evidence from all his friends.
