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Here we are on an open road, The trees are green and swaying.  Here we are on an open road, I thank the breeze for staying. For my backseat driver keeps tapping me, And putting out his input. 
With lack of a conclusion sleep is an allusion a simple no, will cause a minor heart contusion  An ecstatic yes would give it a great resolution But this problem has no solution   This feels like ecstasy You in the bed with me
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