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Every street is choking
Looks like too much traffic on the road
No fun in driving
You wait in line forever just to go
Heavy roar of engines
Sitting in your prisons on the road
Everybody's rushing
Is it so important to be so
Where's it going to lead to
If all the rushing leads to moving slow
Heavy roar of engines
Sitting in your prisons on the road
Poison from your engine
Merges with the air we've got to breathe
Look at that congestion
Don't it make you want to pack and leave
Thoughts you've been having
Sitting in your prisons on the road
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Me and my children
Together once in a while
We go walking and talking
Seeing them smile and
Run and play
Reading their minds
Ever growing wiser
What to do
We'll go to the zoo
Right now
Lions and tigers are eating
Don'tcare that we stand and see
As we pass by their bars to the next attraction
The horses the birds in their cages
Such a shame thay can't be free
Like me and my children
Me and my children
So happy in the times that we ride in the day
And at night there's always a meal and a show
And then we go to the point where we say
Farewell to remember
When I go my love stays
With the children
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Every street is choking
Looks like too much traffic on the road
No fun in driving
You wait in line forever just to go
Heavy roar of engines
Sitting in your prisons on the road
Everybody's rushing
Is it so important to be so
Where's it going to lead to
If all the rushing leads to moving slow
Heavy roar of engines
Sitting in your prisons on the road
Poison from your engine
Merges with the air we've got to breathe
Look at that congestion
Don't it make you want to pack and leave
Thoughts you've been having
Sitting in your prisons on the road
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