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Day 294 – Church Parking Lot

I got that joy, joy, joy, joy
out in the heat of my car,
runnin’ like I can’t hold it,
jammin’ the key in the door

I let it build, build, build, build
throughout the dark of the day,
preacher man says it’ll be ok,
somebody says I’ll be ok

And I gotta bolt, bolt, bolt, bolt
’cause I can’t stand them around
watchin’ the tears come down
on a perfect existence

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