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I come from just the other side of nowhere |
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To this big time lonesome town. |
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They got a lot of ice and snow here, |
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Half as cold as all the people i've found. |
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Every way i try to go here seems to bring me down. |
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I've seen about enough to know where i belong. |
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I've got a mind to see the headlights shining |
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On that old white line between my heart and home. |
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Sick of spendin' sundays wishing they were mondays |
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Sittin' in a park alone. |
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So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me |
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Any lovin' way but wrong. |
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Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere's |
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Goin' home. |
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Takin' nothin' back to show there |
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For these dues i've paid. |
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But the soul i almost sold here |
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And the body i've been givin' away. |
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Fadin' from the neon nighttime glow here, |
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Headin' for the light of day, |
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Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home. |
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I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' |
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On that old white line between my heart and home. |
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Sick of spendin' sundays wishin' they were mondays, |
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Sittin' in a park alone. |
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So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me |
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Any lovin' way but wrong. |
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Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's |
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Goin' home. |
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Just the other side on nowhere, goin' home |
