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  • Spent 18 hours
    Waitin' stoned for space
    I spent the same 18 hours
    In the same damn place
    I'm on a road
    Shaped like a figure 8
    I'm goin' nowhere
    But I'm guaranteed to be late
    You go out like a riptide
    You know a ball has no sides
    You're an angel with an amber halo
    Black hair and the
    Devil's pitchfork
    Wind-up anger with the endless view of
    The ground's colorful patchwork
    How have you been?
    How have you been?
    How have you?
    How have you?
    I drove around for hours
    I drove around for days
    I drove around for months
    And years and never went no place
    We're on a pass, we're on a pass
    I stopped for gas, but where could place be
    To pay for gas to drive around
    Around the
    Interstate 8
    You go out like a riptide
    You know a ball has no sides
    You're an angel with an amber halo
    Black hair and the
    Devil's pitchfork
    Wind-up anger with the endless view of
    The ground's colorful patchwork
    How have you been?
    How have you been?
    How have you?
    How have you?
  • Spent 18 hours
    Waitin' stoned for space
    I spent the same 18 hours
    In the same damn place
    I'm on a road
    Shaped like a figure 8
    I'm goin' nowhere
    But I'm guaranteed to be late
    You go out like a riptide
    You know a ball has no sides
    You're an angel with an amber halo
    Black hair and the
    Devil's pitchfork
    Wind-up anger with the endless view of
    The ground's colorful patchwork
    How have you been?
    How have you been?
    How have you?
    How have you?
    I drove around for hours
    I drove around for days
    I drove around for months
    And years and never went no place
    We're on a pass, we're on a pass
    I stopped for gas, but where could place be
    To pay for gas to drive around
    Around the
    Interstate 8
    You go out like a riptide
    You know a ball has no sides
    You're an angel with an amber halo
    Black hair and the
    Devil's pitchfork
    Wind-up anger with the endless view of
    The ground's colorful patchwork
    How have you been?
    How have you been?
    How have you?
    How have you?