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Taylor's First 8 String

Panuccis's Pizza

Driving with the wipers on
In the morning, when its not raining
Just to get a false sense of clarity
Of whats in front of me

What's in front of me
Is not what its supposed to be
I'm using the sanctuary (I used when I was 18)

But I'm not 18 anymore
Oh I'm just far too poor

You wouldn't have crushed a bug
So why did you crush me

My heart is as empty as my wallet on the weekends