| Another hundred miles
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| Another gracing smile
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| Transitory friend
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| Some good
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| Some to an end
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| Drinking in another dive
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| Talking to some nowhere guy
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| Learning how To walk the line
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| During what i giving and denied
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| Learning that the line is mine
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| I repeating that a hundred times
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| Learning that the line is mine
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| And I said that a thousand times
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted
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| Now I’m brought my napkins
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| I turn over my decisions
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| Through to every per mutation
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| Of what could be while I’m with it
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| The son of good come here
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| The civil line with my fear
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| In so a god I find
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| That mostly folks are swirling kind
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| As long as I got my line
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| Learning that the line is mine
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| As long as I got my line
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| And I said that a thousand times
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind |
| At the corner of a waisted
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted time
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| And I love how I lost my mind
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| At the corner of a waisted |