| I’m freakin' out on the interstate
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| Rolling down the windows, baby, I can’t hear a thing you say
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| I’m walking back to my favorite place
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| And I can feel them staring at me
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| Baby, do you think I’m doing something wrong?
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| And you got a lot on your mind
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| And your heart, it looks just like mine
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| There’s no use in wasting your time, anymore
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| I’m sorry I haven’t been myself
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| And something’s got me down
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| What it is, I cannot tell
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| I won’t be satisfied with anything I’ve earned
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| Fear is just a part of love
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| And one thing I found
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| Is love is what you deserve
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| Driving home and call my father on the telephone
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| I hope you know I missed you, man
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| Let’s put it all behind us if we can
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| Never feeling like I’m all the way home (all the way home)
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| Stones inside my raincoat pocket I gotta keep
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| Oh, won’t you hold them for me?
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| And you got a lot on your mind
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| And your heart, it looks just like mine
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| There’s no use in wasting your time, anymore
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| I’m sorry I haven’t been myself
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| And something’s got me down
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| What it is, I cannot tell
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| I won’t be satisfied with anything I’ve earned
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| Fear is just a part of love
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| And one thing I found
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| Is love is what you deserve
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| I’m sorry I haven’t been myself
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| And something’s got me down
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| What it is, I cannot tell
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| I won’t be terrified with anything I’ve earned
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| Fear is just a part of love
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| And one thing I found
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| Is love is what you deserve |