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I'm trying to focus |
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But i'm fallin asleep |
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the baggage on my eyelids is too |
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heavy to keep from fallin |
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Ramble on, on through the night |
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I've been driving |
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since a quater to three |
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I've seen the sun come up so mnay times |
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this week it's scary |
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Rollin on until the day |
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When i get off that open road |
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There's a pull within my bones |
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Like a ship bound by a rope |
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It won't let go, it won't let go |
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It won't let go, It won't let go |
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I've been run over |
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by the hangover truck |
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A drive-by shooting shot down |
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By twelve ounce eighty proff slugs |
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Embedded, in my head |
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The ache in my head |
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I've been smokin', sticks from a ditch |
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That midwest farmer's daughter |
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Is the one that's makin' me itch |
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In places, i'd never want an itch to be |
