| 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 |