| Left my lover sleeping and slipped off into the night
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| I’m going. |
| I’m going. |
| I’m gone
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| From this town where living never seems to be enough
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| I’m going. |
| I’m going. |
| I’m gone
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| I don’t need no one beside me. |
| I don’t need your heartbreak thighs
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| I don’t need your galaxy, girl. |
| Gotta a wall of dark to ride
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| Leaking out this prohibition, spiggoting all that’s inside
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| Pocket holes left trailing my ex-jobs, ex-wives, ex-lives
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| Ah-hi-ee--ya-ha, ah-hi-ee-ya-ha, can’t hold me down
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| Ah-hi-ee--ya-ha, ah-hi-ee-ya-ha, my home’s a sound
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| Where the tide is pulling me to dance into the night
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| I’m going. |
| I’m going. |
| I’m gone
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| Sinking down until I find the source of all that cries
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| I’m going. |
| I’m going. |
| I’m gone
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| All I need is whiskey mister. |
| I don’t need no other guide
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| You can keep your north star 'cause there ain’t a map where one should hide
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| Feverish I fling myself at mercy of the countryside
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| Where I go there’s no return alive
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| Ah-hi-ee--ya-ha, ah-hi-ee-ya-ha, can’t hold me down
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| Ah-hi-ee--ya-ha, ah-hi-ee-ya-ha, my home’s a sound |