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Where did everybody go |
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After the ride had ended? |
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At the death of the last note |
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The halls were already empty |
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Nobody is safe from heartache |
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We handle what we're given |
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But to stand in the face of heartache |
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Maybe that's the hardest part of living |
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Down Highway 51 |
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Mississippi, 1964 |
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The day you gave away someone |
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Lost to a different kind of war |
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Nobody is safe from heartache |
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We handle what we're given |
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But to stand in the face of heartache |
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Maybe that's the hardest part of living |
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All decked out in your camouflage paint |
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Stalking a ghost you will never escape |
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There's no shortcut detour around disaster |
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To gain the things that matter |
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Early morning, desperate call |
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You never had a chance |
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The first hand that broke your fall |
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He only wanted one dance |
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Nobody is safe from heartache |
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We handle what we're given |
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But to stand in the face of heartache |
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Maybe that's the hardest part of living |
