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Well I found myself on a lonesome highway. |
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So I cut my teeth rebelling my way. |
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I told myself I would not fail, |
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I would not fall and I would prevail |
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But it just takes one hit to put you in your place. |
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Well tell me what you want, I'm all ears. |
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I'll give you all I got, blood, sweat and tears. |
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Yea tell me what you need and I'll do my job |
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And meet you in the middle like it's going out of style. |
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A one-way ticket is a recipe for sorrow |
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If you're counting down miles in the eave of a long haul. |
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We're running on empty on numbers borrowed |
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With heavy eyes tripping between the lines and the dashboard. |
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Bless your heart, bless your soul |
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I'm proud to buckle up with you to grow old. |
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It just takes one hit to put you in your place. |
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Well tell me what you want, I'm all ears. |
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I'll give you all I got, blood, sweat and tears. |
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Yea tell me what you need and I'll do my job |
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And meet you in the middle like it's going out of style. |
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On a 50/50 deal, vowed to keep it real |
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While the world keeps spinning and tripping up our heels. |
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Get steady, ready and roll. |
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Holding fast down the road. |
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To meet you in the middle like it's going out of style. |
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If you haven't heard my voice in a while, |
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I'll meet you in the middle like it's going out of style. |
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Well I found myself on a lonesome highway |
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While you found yourself on a lonesome byway. |
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Well tell me what you want, I'm all ears. |
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I'll give you all I got, blood, sweat and tears. |
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Yea tell me what you need and I'll do my job |
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And meet you in the middle like it's going out of style. |
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On a 50/50 deal, vowed to keep it real |
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While the world keeps spinning and tripping up our heels. |
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Get steady, ready and roll. |
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Holding fast down the road. |
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To meet you in the middle like it's going out of style. |
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If you haven't heard my voice in a while, |
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I'll meet you in the middle like it's going out of style. |