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Your eyes are long Vermont roads |
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With a tacky song on the radio |
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And your eyes are toothless young men |
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In Tennessee in the rain again |
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And fireflies never go to sleep |
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And country songs never help you sleep |
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After all those trains and all those breakdown lanes |
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The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to |
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After all those days on God-forsaken highways |
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The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to |
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Your eyes are the Mesa Verde |
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Big and brown and far away |
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And your eyes are Kansas City |
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In Kansas and in Missouri |
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After all those trains and all those breakdown lanes |
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The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to |
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After all those days on God-forsaken highways |
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The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to |
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After all this time and after all your crying |
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The roads don't love you and they still won't pretend to |
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The roads are dark and long and all those country songs |
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Well, they don't love you and they still won't pretend to |
