| Oh, I never see you anymore babe
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| Oh, I never see you anymore babe
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| Oh, you’re gonna see me come the morning
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| Oh, that preacher preaching on the radio
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| Oh, that preacher preaching on the radio
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| Oh, he’s shouting hellfire and brimstone
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| Oh, late at night, that’s when you might find
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| Broke glass from a car crash
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| And it’s shining like a pile of diamonds
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| Engine oil, anti-freeze, transmission fluid mix
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| And spreads across the puddle throwing colors in its slick
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| You seem to see forever, that’s where you wanna go
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| Miles and miles of nothing down that Oklahoma road
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| Oh, it’s always hurry up and wait, son
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| Oh, it’s always hurry up and wait, son
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| Oh, you gotta wait until your time comes |