| This old Buick’s like a needle on a compass
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| Pointed due west
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| I remember her smile like June sunflowers
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| And the look of her body as she slipped out of that dress
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| God, I’m such a mess
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| Never a mornin’person, but that girl’s still in bed
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| The sheets are tanglin'- her little arm is danglin'
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| The last dream from her pretty head
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| I told her I was leavin'
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| She didn’t believe the words I said
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| I ain’t ever goin'
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| I ain’t ever goin'
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| I ain’t ever goin'
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| Back there, again
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| She’ll put on her makeup and drink from her tea cup
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| Glance at that silver frame
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| See, I took our picture and then it’ll hit her
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| She’ll cry out with pain
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| Maybe, whisper my name
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| No one’s gonna make me Nothing’s gonna take me I ain’t ever goin'
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| Back there, again
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| Now, don’t blame her mama — for makin’me promise
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| Don’t come around here, no more
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| She said, «maybe your life’s gone to hell
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| But, that’s a tour of duty she didn’t sign up for»
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| When you can’t save yourself, you save somebody else
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| Maybe that’s how you survive
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| I’m runnin’away so she don’t have to see
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| A life in slow-motion suicide
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| You throw in the towl — they call you a coward
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| Tell ya — fight, don’t cut and run
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| I ain’t no hero, but the truth is I know
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| It’s the bravest thing I’ve ever done
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| The hardest part is knowing what we could have
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| Shoud have become
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| I ain’t ever goin'
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| I ain’t ever goin'
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| I ain’t ever goin'
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| No one’s gonna make me Nothing’s gonna take me I ain’t ever goin'
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| Goin'
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| To break her heart, again |