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Well I'm driving to town |
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But I'm on the same road that took me back home |
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Put me on the road |
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Now I'm heading to nothing 'cause its no more fun |
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Going down through the pines, what I'm doing I did before |
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And that's all I see |
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Driving, driving sixteen miles |
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I'm looking for something I don't want to do |
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Because my coming to town it took me from you |
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Now I'm losing my taste for the night life |
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Losing my taste for the night life |
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Losing my taste for the night life |
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Now I feel like an island |
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A man in a whorehouse |
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And I'm back again |
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I go back to the highway, I go back to the farmhouse |
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And the hills of grain |
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And I wonder at all |
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Where I would be |
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If I can't go and find you there |
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Well I wondered so long |
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Where to find you and how |
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I go standing in where I am right now |
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Losing my taste for the night life |
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Losing my taste for the night life |
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Try it once if you need to |
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Come back and then you can |
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Take it out on me |
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It's the same it could lead you |
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But all that is what two can do |
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and still be free |
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You've been gone such a long time |
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Now I know it's for real |
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And how sad or how good |
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And how I feel |
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Losing my taste for the night life |
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Losing my taste for the night life |
