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Well it doesn't matter |
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There aren't no back seat found |
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Take it further |
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It doesn't matter |
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Well out here on the border |
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Ants drag bones across the hot dry ground |
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Told me there at the trailer park |
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They got a million souls at the lost and found |
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Well you should have known better |
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Dead thoughts and lost horizons |
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And to take it further |
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It don't get any better |
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Well out here on the border |
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Ain't nobody asking questions |
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No I don't need a miracle |
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But I could use a push in the right direction |
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Handgun and a bottle of Boons |
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and a '69' Ford and a new pair of shoes |
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Left from Boise Idaho 95 |
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So when they crossed the state line |
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They were just in time to fall |
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Asleep at the wheel |
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Last back doesn't matter |
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Never was no back seat found |
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And to take it further |
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It never really matters |
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Well out here on the border |
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Ants drag bones across the hot dry ground |
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Told me there at the trailer park |
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They got a million souls at the lost and found |
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Handgun and a bottle of Boons |
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And a '69' Ford and a new pair of shoes |
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Left from Boise Idaho 95 |
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So I was just in time to miss |
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The 5:00 o'clock news |
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Velvet black Interstate is something that appeals to me |
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5:99 and a stone cold feelin' |
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I was feelin' just fine |
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And when i crossed the state line |
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I was just in time |
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To fall asleep at the wheel |
