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9 to 5 and 5 to 9 Feeling like a factory line I've been spending my all nights wasted and wasting my prime It ain't hard to see how someone Ends up on the street they were born Days turn to nights and the years wash away in the storm And I, Oh I I look around and this life ain't mine I'm in the backseat watching the world pass me by Wanna get my head up above the treeline But I'm, stuck in a flyover state of mind All the lies that I was told In the halls of catholic school They say you're only gonna burn your soul If you don't follow the rules And maybe I should pick the lock On these invisible chains Blame it on my family but maybe I'm just one in the same And I, Oh I Can't go on this way I look around and this life ain't mine I'm in the backseat watching the world pass me by Wanna get my head up above the treeline But I'm, stuck in a flyover state of mind I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover I'm in a flyover, I'm in a flyover I look around and this life ain't mine I'm in the backseat watching the world pass me by Wanna get my head up above the treeline But I'm, stuck in a flyover state of mind
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