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She's standin' on the gone side of leavin' |
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She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze |
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She'll take anything goin' close to somewhere |
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She can lay it down and live it like she'd please |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she's just leavin' |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she can't breathe in |
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She ain't goin' home, that's for sure |
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Well, the wind had it's way with her hair |
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And the blues had their way with her smile |
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Well, she had a way of her own |
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Just like prisoners have a way with a file |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she's just leavin' |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she can't breathe in |
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She ain't goin' home, that's for sure |
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She's not sitting and cryin' on her suitcase |
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She had no second thoughts by the road |
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But she's got feelin's that need some repairin' |
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And she did not give a damn that it showed |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she's just leavin' |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she can't breathe in |
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She ain't goin' home and that's for sure |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she's just leavin' |
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She ain't goin' nowhere, she can't breathe in |
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She ain't goin' home, that's for sure |
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Now, she ain't goin' home, that's for sure |
