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Driver...
Pull over here.
You know what's wrong with you,
Miss whoever-you-are?
You're chicken.
You got no guts.
You're afraid to say, "ok, life's a fact."
People do fall in love.
People do belong to each other,
Because that's the only chance anybody's got
For real happiness.
You call yourself a free spirit,
A wild thing.
You're terrified somebody's going to
Stick you in a cage.
Well, baby, you're already in that cage.
You built it yourself,
And it's not bounded by tulip, texas,
Or somaliland.
It's wherever you go.
Because no matter where you run,
You just end up running into yourself.
Here. I've been carrying this thing
Around for months.
I don't want it anymore.
Here, cat!
Cat!