| There were times that all that freedom
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| Had me wasted, wild, and bored
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| Shootin' through the ceilin'
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| Shakin' off the Desert Storm
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| Reachin' out for somethin'
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| Tryin' to let go of the war
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| Hopin' hard for somethin' to hold on to
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| Stretchin' out the truth
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| Tryin' to seem a little hard
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| Scratchin' at the eight ball
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| In the back half of the bar
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| Used to always roll around with a magic marker
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| Sometimes it feels good to write your name
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| Later on we’d end up at that after hours house
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| With the guy who took the money
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| With a fish hook in his mouth
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| Pretty girls all burnin' holes
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| In the cushions of the couch
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| All the times that we saw dawn kick in the windows
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| Spent the best part of the summer
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| Tryin' to come up with a plan
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| Made a couple little changes
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| And I met up with a man
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| Did somethin' kinda strange
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| But I made like sixteen grand
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| Hope I never have to pull that trick again
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| Hope I never have to pull that trick again
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| Went out west and tried to double it
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| Lost it all, tried to recover it
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| Got pistol whipped in Portland
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| Oh Lord, I got so much of it
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| Had trouble with my numbers for some time
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| Some priest, he got me clean
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| The V.A. |
| fixed my face
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| I came home behind the counter
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| Started workin' at my uncle’s place
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| Mostly takin' orders
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| And shakin' cans of paint
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| And someone had to help me make the change
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| Now it’s been twenty years
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| Since what we call the accident
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| And everybody knows
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| But no one ever mentions it
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| Everybody’s talkin' 'bout the president
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| And me, I’m never sure what I should say
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| I’m still workin' at my uncle’s place
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| Still drivin' 'round in darkness
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| But I’m mostly stayin' straight
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| There’s pretty girls down at Independence Lake
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| But they don’t seem to see me anymore
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| I’m better with my numbers now
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| Parked down by the water
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| Stretchin' out the truth
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| Tryin' to seem a little softer
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| I still roll around with my magic marker
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| Some nights it just feels good to write your name
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| Some nights it just feels good to write your name |