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You were an old friend |
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The kind I could confide in |
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And drink with on random neighbors' porch steps |
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Our glossy eyes painted portraits of the streets |
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You were an old friend |
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That covered up your innocence |
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With five tattoos of all the bands you loved in high school |
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The ones you said that I had to listen to all the time |
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I did what I did to get away from this |
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Cause everything that's happened has left me a total wreck |
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And everything that I do now is meaningless |
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So I'm off to wander around the world for a little bit |
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Without one hundred channels with nothing on the TV |
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And the great pessimistic unknown |
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So does anyone know the best way to go? |
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Which road that I could take to get to Mexico? |
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Cause I'm so sick of living in this ditch |
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With only the memory in the back of my head |
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I'm on cruise control and the radio was on |
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Yeah, they were playing that song |
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That we both learned on our Mexican guitars |
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I'm on cruise control and the radio was on |
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They were playing that song |
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That we both learned on our Mexican guitars |
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You were my old friend |
