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Man, I wonder, you spent the summer south |
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Riding bikes instead of punching time clocks |
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If voices said go to Colorado |
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It's such a scenic place to end a story |
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You'd been waking up to shit |
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Stood in the background watching |
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Couldn't tell what was in your head |
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You didn't say 'cause you don't like talking |
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You, idling and counting steps left to go |
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You got your radio, the more the days go by, the more the static drones |
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Stuck waiting for a couple words to bleed through |
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I remember you couldn't get inside, it's a long way home |
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If I'm out your way, I'll stop someday, think |
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I heard someone say out west on 55 |
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Ask why, ask what for, I blame it on your Saltash luck |
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Your twenties, yeah, and North Dakota |
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You'd been waking up to shit |
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Stood in the background watching |
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Couldn't tell what was in your head |
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You didn't say 'cause you don't like talking |
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You, idling and counting steps left to go |
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You got your radio, the more the days go by, the more the static drones |
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Stuck waiting for a couple words to bleed through |
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I remember you couldn't get inside, it's a long way home |
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You, idling and counting steps left to go |
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You got your radio, the more the days go by, the more the static drones |
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Stuck waiting for a couple words to bleed through |
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I remember you couldn't get inside, it's a long way home |