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I can see there's no easy way out |
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A paper cup half-full of gin |
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Behind the wheel of a |
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Lincoln Continental |
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Driving down your street again |
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I take your ghost out on the freeway |
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Out from the memory of your leaving |
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A thousand miles till the day break over |
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TulsaWhere no one's heard about you' |
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Cause one of these days you're gonna be with somebody |
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And I, I don't wanna hurt no one |
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Gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun |
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I'm better off gone, yeah, yeah, |
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I'm better off gone, yeah, yeah |
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Out in the rhythm of the white lies |
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Just the inner state of me |
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I place my bet on a hand that |
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I was winning |
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And it made a loser out of me' |
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Cause one of these days you're gonna be with somebody |
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And I, I don't wanna hurt no one |
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Gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun' |
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Cause I'm better off gone, yeah, yeah, yeah' |
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Cause one of these days you're gonna be with somebody |
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And I, I don't wanna hurt no one |
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Gonna let these horses run straight in to the morning sun |
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YeahAnd like a bullet from a gun |
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You see, yeah |
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I'm better off gone, yeah, yeah |
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I'm better off gone, yeah, yeah |
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Better off gone |
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Better off gone |
