| Down that no name county road, past where the cigarettes grow
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| And city dreams start turning into dirt
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| Underneath the sky so black, backseat of your Pontiac
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| Got me breathing secrets no one’s ever heard
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| When I’m feeling lost, when I’m feeling weak
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| You know how to bring me back to what I really need
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| That little bit of wild that no one ever sees
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| When I’m on the edge of losing who I wanna be
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| You know where to find me, find me
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| You know where to find me, find me
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| When I don’t know where to go and life feels a lot like a tornado
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| Spinning me around without a place to land, oh-oh
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| There in chaos, we lock eyes, you always show up right on time
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| Swear you calm the storm at the touch of your hand
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| When I’m feeling lost, when I’m feeling weak
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| You know how to bring me back to what I really need
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| That little bit of wild that no one ever sees
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| When I’m on the edge of losing who I wanna be
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| You know where to find me, find me
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| You know where to find me, find me
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| I’m never too far gone for you
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| I’m never too far gone
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| No matter where I go, it’s true
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| I’m never too far gone
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| When I’m feeling lost, when I’m feeling weak
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| You know how to bring me back to what I really need
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| That little bit of wild that no one ever sees
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| When I’m on the edge of losing who I wanna be
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| You know where to find me, find me
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| You know where to find me, find me, yeah
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| You know where to find me, find me
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| You know where to find me, find me, yeah |