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She took a rolled-up twenty out of her pocket |
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And paid for my cigarettes |
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We were friends at first sight in the 7- |
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Eleven light |
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She said here let me cover it |
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And I rode shotgun all that night |
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She drove and never made a sound |
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When I asked if there was anything wrong |
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She said nothin' worth talking about |
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It's a blue |
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SundayDown the interstate |
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It's a blue |
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SundayBlue with shades of gray |
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Her back seat could have been a hotel |
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I slept for a thousand years |
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Every now and then she'd |
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Laugh out loud for no reason |
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I pretended not to hear |
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And rolled my jacket up under my head |
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And stretched my body out, couldn't be too far in front |
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Of her daddy's bloodhounds but |
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I ain't gonna worry now |
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It was a blue |
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SundayDown the interstate |
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A blue Sunday |
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Yeah, blue with shades of gray |
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Yeah, you know me |
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We've never met before |
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It's a blue |
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SundayWhen it's time to leave you go |
