| Highways and dance halls
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| A good song takes you far
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| You write about the moon
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| You dream about the stars
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| Blues in old motel rooms
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| Girls in Daddies' cars
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| You sing about the nights
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| You laugh about the scars
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| Coffee in the morning
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| Cocaine afternoons
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| You talk about the weather
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| You grin about the room
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| Phone calls long distance
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| Tell you how you’ve been
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| You’ll forget about the losses
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| You’ll exaggerate the wins
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| And when you stop to let’em know you got it down
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| It’s just another town along the road
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| The ladies come to see you
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| If your name still rings a bell
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| They’ll get you down to nothin'
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| And they’ll say they knew you well
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| You tell’em you’ll remember
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| But they know it’s just a game
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| And along the road their faces
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| All begin to look the same
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| It isn’t for the money
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| And it’s only for a while
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| You stalk about the rooms
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| You roll away the miles
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| Gamblers in the neon
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| Clinging to guitars
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| You’re right about the moon
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| But you’re wrong about the stars
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| And when you stop to let’em know you got it down
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| It’s just another town along the road |