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Driving by those trucker stops |
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The cheap motels made of concrete rocks |
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With a hole inside your chest |
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The size of a city block |
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And I remember the day |
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When you said you weren't afraid to die |
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I don't think your brave for it |
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I just think your more afraid of being alive |
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If I had the medicine |
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I'd give you the medicine |
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Cause I miss you son |
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I'd bring you back home if I was the one |
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But it's four and ten |
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In the belly of the four AM |
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And your staring down the weekend |
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To silence the pain |
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And I'm wide awake |
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And there's blood on the promenade |
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Here's to waking up with that stone between your ribs |
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And you're lying down again |
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You just pretend you don't know what it is |
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When everyone around you says that you're not the one to blame for it |
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But you're the only one feeling the pain for it |
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So you're gonna take matters into your own hands |
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If I had the medicine |
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I'd give you the medicine |
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Cause I miss you son |
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I'd bring you back home if I was the one |
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But it's four and ten |
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In the belly of the four AM |
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And your staring down the weekend |
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To silence the pain |
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And I'm wide awake |
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And there's blood on the promenade |
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If I had the medicine |
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I'd give you the medicine |
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Cause I miss you son |
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I'd bring you back home if I was the one |
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But it's four and ten |
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In the belly of the four AM |
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And your staring down the weekend |
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To silence the pain |
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And I'm wide awake |
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And there's blood on the promenade |