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Highways and dance halls |
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A good song takes you far |
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Your write about the moon |
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And you dream about the stars |
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Blues in old motel rooms |
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Girls in daddy's car |
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You sing about the nights |
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And you laugh about the scars |
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Coffee in the morning cocaine afternoons |
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You talk about the weather |
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And you grin about the rooms |
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Phone calls long distance |
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To tell how you've been |
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Forget about the losses, you exaggerate the wins |
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And when you stop to let em know |
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You've got it down |
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Its just another town along the road |
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The ladies come to see you |
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If your name still rings a bell |
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They give you damn near nothin |
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And they'll say they knew you well |
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So you tell em you'll remember |
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But they know its just a game |
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And along the way their faces |
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All begin to look the same |
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And when you stop to let em know |
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You got it down |
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Its just another town along the road |
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Well it isn't for the money |
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And its only for a while |
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You stalk about the rooms |
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And you roll away the miles |
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Gamblers in the neon, clinging to guitars |
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You're right about the moon |
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But you're wrong about the stars |
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And when you stop to let em know |
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You got it down |
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Its just another town along the way |
