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Hard words have been spoken |
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And my heart it lays wide open |
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And all you can say is that "it's not my fault" |
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You watch me while I'm packin' |
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Goodbyes like these just happen |
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But my life, it's come crashin' to halt |
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Wonder where I'll go |
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Girl if you really must know |
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You can find me all alone |
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Somewhere in San Antone |
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Sittin' by the river |
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Trying to let you go |
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It'll take a week or two |
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Just to get over you |
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But I think I'm better on my own |
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In San Antone |
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I'll make it by the morning with a little luck |
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I'm gonna drive like the gas pedals stuck |
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And push my beat up pickup truck as fast as it can go |
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The only thing that I've got is time |
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And a lot of worries on my mind |
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I won't stop 'til I hit that Texas line, then I'm free to roam |
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If you have a change of heart |
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And want to make a brand new start |
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You can find me all alone |
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Somewhere in San Antone |
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Sittin' by the river |
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Trying to let you go |
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It'll take a week or two |
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Just to get over you |
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But I think I'm better on my own |
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In San Antone..... |
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In San Antone..... |
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In San Antone..... |
