[Verse 1] An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up, back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody knows where we been Cancelled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a readymade [Chorus] And my bags are waiting in the next life [Verse 2] Rubbish piles fresh and plain Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain License plates stowaway Standing in line like a readymade [Chorus] And my bags are waiting in the next life [Verse 3] An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up, back down Stuck together like a readymade [Chorus] And my bags are waiting in the next life
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