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he road is crooked and the streets are wavy

I’m the chauffeur that is driving myself crazy The wheel’s hard to turn and my hands get lazy But still I just keep on drivin myself crazy People may suck and the world may hate me But only I have the power to drive myself crazy The depths of hell, they impatiently await me Cause they know that I keep on drivin myself crazy The way things fail will never cease to amaze me So I take the wheel and steer as I drive myself crazy So as it all goes to hell it doesn’t even phase me I just keep on headed toward that place, Crazy Now the world is blurry and getting a bit hazy Chauffeur steps on the gas, speedin towards crazy And it feels just like I am drivin Miss Daisy Accelerate straight away towards crazy But I realize, maybe, that no one can make me As I ride down the road just drivin myself crazy And no more will I let this crazy road take me I refuse any longer to drive myself crazy

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