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Call the motor club
and map out my life. Give me the shortest route to obscurity. Aviod the toll roads I've already paid my dues. Don't need to know where the hotels are... not planning on staying long. Don't care about amusements parks, I'm already being strung along. No need to make allowances for detours, maybe a roadblock or two is what I need. And if its true that all roads lead to you... why can't I find the path to your heart? On what route will I find true friends? Can I count on them when you lead me astray, or better yet will you plug in your coordinates into my locating device?
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