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I've come from just the other side of no-where, |
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To this big time lonesome town. |
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They got a lotta ice an' snow here, |
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Half as cold as all the people I've found. |
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Every way I try to go here, |
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Seems to bring me down. |
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I seen about enough to know where I belong. |
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I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin', |
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On that old white line between my heart and home. |
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Sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays, |
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Sittin' in a park alone. |
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So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me, |
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Any lovin' way but wrong, |
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Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's goin' home. |
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Takin' nothing back to show there, |
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For these dues I have paid, |
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But the soul I almost sold here, |
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And the body I've been givin' away. |
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Fadin' from the neon nightime glow here, |
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Headin' for the light of day. |
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Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home. |
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I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin', |
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On that old white line between my heart and home. |
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Sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays, |
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Sittin' in a park alone. |
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So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me, |
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Any lovin' way but wrong, |
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Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's goin' home. |
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Takin' nothing back to show there, |
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For these dues I have paid, |
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But the soul I almost sold here, |
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And the body I've been givin away. |
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Fadin' from the neon nightime glow here, |
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Headin' for the light of day. |
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Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home. |
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Just the other side of no-where, goin' home. |
