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Well I'm so tired of driving but here comes the highway |
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Don't wanna go cold turkey |
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Ride with me Jesus so high on the mainline |
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It's the last time I'll drive Death Valley |
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Remember her kiss is like kerosene |
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The rest of her only a memory |
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Don't feel so bad 'cause you made me |
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A picture so clear |
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A picture so clear that it's crystalline |
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Better run to the doctor, girl, run to the medicine |
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Don't wanna go cold turkey |
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I'll be your Napoleon be your crippled Alexander, but |
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Don't wanna go up the country |
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Shame there's nothing to hang it on |
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Except for this wreck that you made of me |
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A blackbird singin' a morning song, sing along |
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Sing to the end of a century |
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Sing it |
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Well I can't stand the thought of many more miles, but |
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I don't wanna go cold turkey |
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Here comes the highway can't you see what it made me |
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It's the last time I'll drive Death Valley |
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Remember her kiss is a kerosene |
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The exile lives in a memory |
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A scarecrow singin' a morning song, sing along |
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Sing to the end of a century |
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Are you still with me Jesus so high on the mainline |
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Don't let me go up the country |
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Girl better run, better run for the medicine |
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Don't let me go cold turkey |
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Don't let me go cold turkey |
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Don't wanna go |
