Driving South (Acoustic) The Early November
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[Verse 1]
I have this friend who was born again
Every morning he wakes relieved of his sins
And after hours of losing himself
He gets to his knees and he prays for his health
[Chorus]
And to the palm trees, driving south
It's in the waves where we find ourselves
Back at the ocean to meet with dirt where we will wait and find ourselves
See we will talk in ways that life has been so mean
And see, there's always someone, always stepping on me
So please, please, please, tell me
[Bridge]
So wake me, wake me, but don't tell me I'm lazy when I
Pull the covers back over my face
Wake me, wake me, because we're all going crazy
And we're always preaching how everyone's wrong
[Chorus]
And to the palm trees, driving south
It's in the the waves where we find ourselves
Back at the ocean to meet with dirt where we will wait to find ourselves
So we can talk in ways that life has been so mean
And see there's always someone, always stepping on me
So please, please, please, tell me
I have this friend who was born again
Every morning he wakes relieved of his sins
And after hours of losing himself
He gets to his knees and he prays for his health
[Chorus]
And to the palm trees, driving south
It's in the waves where we find ourselves
Back at the ocean to meet with dirt where we will wait and find ourselves
See we will talk in ways that life has been so mean
And see, there's always someone, always stepping on me
So please, please, please, tell me
[Bridge]
So wake me, wake me, but don't tell me I'm lazy when I
Pull the covers back over my face
Wake me, wake me, because we're all going crazy
And we're always preaching how everyone's wrong
[Chorus]
And to the palm trees, driving south
It's in the the waves where we find ourselves
Back at the ocean to meet with dirt where we will wait to find ourselves
So we can talk in ways that life has been so mean
And see there's always someone, always stepping on me
So please, please, please, tell me
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