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It felt so fitting |
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As I crossed the state line |
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As the last chord rang out |
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And the tape started to unwind |
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As my knuckles on the wheel |
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Made a perfect gun-sight |
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And each car that fell there |
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I could vanish from the light |
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But God knows I wouldn't |
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I need all the company I can get |
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Even that redneck |
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In the red corvette |
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The highway takes |
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A toll on your soul |
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The odometer reads miles |
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Like time calling roll |
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In the broken road kill |
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It's there in their eyes |
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Was I put here |
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To be food for the flies |
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God knows if I wasn't |
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It's for the company I can get |
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Even that redneck |
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In the red corvette |
