| I spent time in a truck stop, time pouring coffee
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| I was wearing my hair long, I was loving an angry man
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| I wore too much eyeliner
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| I spent time in a new town, playing covers for tips
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| I spent my birthday this year in Ohio in a Day’s Inn hotel
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| It’s all in who you are and where you’ve been
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| That gets into your bones that get under your skin
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| It’s not just the memories you take from them
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| That gets into your bones than get written on your heart
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| That gets under your skin
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| I spent time on Lake Michigan, we were drinking in high school
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| We were restless and waiting, restless and wanting
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| For something to break
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| And time and another I was watching it wither
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| I was holding my hands out, holding my hands up
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| Holding it together
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| There have been people and partings
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| And those things that you should have seen coming
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| There have been memories and moments
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| And those faces you can’t forget
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| I lay back with my baby, we were lit up like lanterns
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| We were rolling like laughter, rolling like thunder
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| Rolling around in your arms
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| It’s a strange adventure, this whole getting older
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| There is so much to measure, so much to treasure
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| So much to grieve
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| And there is a girl at the counter and she’s pouring me coffee
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| She’s wearing her hair long, she’s got too much eyeliner
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| Like I used to wear
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| She 's pouring me coffee, she’s got to much eyeliner
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| Like I used to wear |