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I left home with nothing but a few tears in my eyes |
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Now I'm halfway down the interstate past |
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Highway 99 |
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It's just me and one good wiper blade up against the rain |
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And I still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said |
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That could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head |
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Those words we said |
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No matter how |
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I try, I can't get far enough away |
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Every sad song on my radio sounds like it's custom made |
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By some devil on my shoulder that keeps whispering in my ear |
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And I still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said |
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That could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head |
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Those words that wounded like an arrow to the heart |
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And keep me drivin', drivin' |
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And I still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said |
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That could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head |
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Those words we said |
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Those words we said, we said |