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There's a freeway that's drowning in my headlights |
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And it's keeping me half awake |
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The seams in the blacktop have a pulse so slow and dull |
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But they're just spinning my thoughts away |
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With every mile |
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I get a little further from you |
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But that doesn't make this any easier to do |
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To walk away |
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From everything |
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I've ever known |
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To have to wait |
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And hope I'll find another road to you again |
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But until then, |
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I'm counting the days |
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It wasn't like |
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I never said it |
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It wasn't like you never knew |
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Sometimes the choice is not to leave or stay |
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But just to face the truth there in front of you |
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I'm not real sure just how far |
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I'll have to go |
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But I've finally realized that |
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I don't need to know |
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To walk away |
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From everything |
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I've ever known |
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To have to wait |
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And hope I'll find another road to you again |
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But until then, |
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I'll find a way |
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To hurt a little less, so |
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I can save |
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Any forgiveness that is left to try again |
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But until then, |
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I'm counting the days |