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Losing a wheel on a random interstate and Then finding a fix Thanksgiving Day And the show was a mess We laughed the whole way to the hotel We Dodge noise complaints and I'm not Sad anymore But if you gotta go, go We can blame It on timing I will leave the light on In the hall Don't wanna tie you down To a bird that's not flying Or hold you Anywhere but Close, close, close Close, close, close The girl with the bangs has a temper to Match her strawberry hair She got from her dad She's not mad and You will find she talks with her hands When She flips you the bird, understand she is Mourning the loss of space and time And if you gotta go, go We can blame It on timing I will leave the light on In the hall Don't wanna tie you down to a bird that's Not flying Or hold you anywhere but Close Oh, and when you go home, is it me That you miss? Can you divine the rotten fruit from her Pit? Always felt we were swinging, Destined to miss Always felt we were Lightning just waiting, waiting to Hit