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Red sun settin' on the road behind her |
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A hundred miles out of her hometown |
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Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone |
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Listens to it, rattle on down |
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Voice as cold as the phone she's holding |
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The connection's way too clear |
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He's yelling "Where's my dinner?" |
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She's too far gone to care |
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She says, "Listen here" |
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There's a time to stand and the time is now or never |
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A time to fly, time to let go forever |
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A time to grow and a time to discover |
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Life is precious, every second |
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You've wasted mine and it's my time |
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She puts a few more miles between them |
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He pours a distance of his own |
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Starts talking to the bottle |
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It's all that left now she's gone |
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He rages on till the national anthem |
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Comes on his TV then he looks |
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Straight at the bottle |
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And says you did this to me |
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And then he screams |
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There's a time to stand and the time is now or never |
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A time to fly, time to let go forever |
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A time to grow and a time to discover |
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Life is precious, every second |
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You've wasted mine and it's my time |
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It's my time, it's my time, it's my time |
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And the time is what you make it |
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It's my time, it's my time, it's my time |
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And time is what you're takin' |
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There's a time to stand and the time is now or never |
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A time to fly, time to let go forever |
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A time to grow, and a time to discover |
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Life is precious, every second |
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You've wasted mine, it's my time |