Thumb out on the shoulder
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No one slows
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No one stops
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No more rides
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Twelve years back in France, summer sun on the road
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Full pack, guitar, didge - rides came like a code
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Town to town, minutes between, strangers opened their door
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Shared a smoke, a story, maybe a little more
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Now I stand on the Golden Highway, freezing wind in my face
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Hours pass, cars slow, then speed up - empty space
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Insurance, they say, or just the fear in their eyes
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Suspicion rules the wheel - no more open skies
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Free used to mean welcome, now it means trouble
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Give something away - they think it's just a hustle
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No more rides, no more ride
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The road is empty, though my heart is wide
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Free is shit, suspicion reigns
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Generosity's buried in the graves of shames
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No more rides, no more rides
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The world's doors locked, the thumb subsides
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The thumb subsides
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Try to give a lift, a feed, a couch for a while
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They look at you sideways - "what's the catch this time?" (no smile)
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Scams on the phone, phishing in the mail
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Everyone's a practiced skeptic; Trust is for sale
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Charity's outsourced - Government's got the bill
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But even that's a business, just one cent to the ill
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The rest? Company jets, conferences in the sun
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CEO packages, Audi leases - the real fun
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Free used to mean kindness, now it's a red flag
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Given from the heart - they think you're a brag
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No more rides, no more ride
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The road is empty, though my heart is wide
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Free is shit, suspicion reigns
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Generosity's buried in the graves of shames
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No more rides, no more rides
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The world's doors locked, the thumb subsides
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The thumb subsides
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The thumb subsides
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Try to give advice, free help from the heart
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They think it's a scam - tear it apart
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Offer a hand when the load's too much
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They back away quick - they don't want your touch
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Free time to listen, free ear to lend
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They call it suspicious - better to pretend
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Free ride to town, free couch for the storm
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They lock their doors tighter - to keep the norm
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No more rides, no more ride
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The road is empty, though my heart is wide
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Free is shit, suspicion reigns
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Generosity's buried in the graves of shames
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No more rides, no more rides
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The world's doors locked, the thumb subsides
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The thumb subsides
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Free blood donations, free organs to save
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They still think there's strings - better to behave
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Free food for the hungry, free shelter from the rain
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They say "there's a catch" - it's all in vain
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Charity's commercial, logos on their chest
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One cent to the cause - their rest gets the rest
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Government takes over, says "we'll handle the load,"
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While generosity dies - on the side of the road
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I remember when a stranger's hand was open wide
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Now it's closed tight, locked from their inside
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Scams killed their trust, fear killed the rest
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We're all alone now - even the generous are pressed
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Charity's commercial, Government's the brand
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No one feels responsible for a helping hand
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Free used to mean something - now it's a curse
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Generosity's dead - and it's getting worse
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No more rides, no more ride
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The road is empty, though my heart is wide
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Free is shit, suspicion reigns
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Generosity's buried in the graves of shames
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No more rides, no more rides
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The world's doors are locked, (the thumb subsides...)
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The thumb subsides
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The thumb subsides
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The thumb subsides
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No more rides... (No more rides...)
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No more rides... (No more rides...)
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No more rides...
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No more rides
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No more rides
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The thumb subsides
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No more rides
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No more rides
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The thumb subsides
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