| I pulled out of the suburbs by sunset
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| Rain was falling, it looked like it would for a while
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| I had a radio, a six-pack, and some cigarettes
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| The radio died after the first hundred miles
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| I sang all the way to the border
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| And guess who starred in every rhyme?
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| Ah, you know and I know that love
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| Never runs on time
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| I followed that old river 'til the morning
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| I stopped, I don’t remember the name of the town
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| But the colour of the coffee spelled a warning
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| It was the colour of the river, but not nearly as brown
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| The waitress poured me another
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| I guess she was the mind-reading kind
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| Well, you know and I know that love
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| Never runs on time
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| You’re lost in the traffic
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| I’ve been asking around, but you haven’t been seen
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| I never thought we were perfect
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| Oh, but darling, what we could have been
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| The rain came and went all the next day
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| I pulled over sometime for a sleep on the side
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| Then I gunned it back out on the highway
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| I hit a big pot-hole and the radio came alive
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| I’d never heard a love song yet
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| But I could call yours and mine
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| But you know and I know that love
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| Never runs on time
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| I’d never heard a love song yet
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| But I could call yours and mine
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| 'Cause you know and I know that love
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| Never runs on time |