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We drive until the gas is gone |
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And then walk until our feet are torn |
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Crawl until we feed the soil |
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Film the whole thing |
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It's all business in the left-hand lane |
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Drive there and then drive back again |
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Escape can't be the only way |
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To escape |
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So I've gotten used to coffee sweats |
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Still getting used to road regrets |
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And hell I took you up on all your threats |
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To leave |
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It's a shame |
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It's a crying shame |
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Them's the breaks |
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And ain't it always the way |
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That takes you back to from where it is you came |
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And Robbie likes his country tunes |
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It's never been the lens that I see through |
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But I guess driving for a week or two |
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Puts words in your mouth |
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So find dodge and then get out of it |
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It's about as country as I get |
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So you ain't living 'til you're living it |
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Not dead 'til you die |
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But watch out for the paraphrase |
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'Cause they will crown you and they will take your legs |
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See the gas is more than what you get paid |
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But do it anyway |
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It's a shame |
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It's a crying shame |
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Them's the breaks |
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And ain't it always the way |
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That takes you back to from where it is you came |
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It's a shame |
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It's a crying shame |
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Them's the breaks |
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And ain't it always the way |
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It takes you back to from where it is you came |
