| We drive until the gas is gone
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| And then walk until our feet are torn
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| Crawl until we feed the soil
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| Film the whole thing
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| It’s all business in the left-hand lane
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| Drive there and then drive back again
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| Escape can’t be the only way
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| To escape
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| So I’ve gotten used to coffee sweats
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| Still getting used to road regrets
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| And hell I took you up on all your threats
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| To leave
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| It’s a shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| Them’s the breaks
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| And ain’t it always the way
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| That takes you back to from where it is you came
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| And Robbie likes his country tunes
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| It’s never been the lens that I see through
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| But I guess driving for a week or two
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| Puts words in your mouth
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| So find dodge and then get out of it It’s about as country as I get
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| So you ain’t living 'til you’re living it Not dead 'til you die
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| But watch out for the paraphrase
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| 'Cause they will crown you and they will take your legs
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| See the gas is more than what you get paid
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| But do it anyway
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| It’s a shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| Them’s the breaks
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| And ain’t it always the way
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| That takes you back to from where it is you came
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| It’s a shame
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| It’s a crying shame
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| Them’s the breaks
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| And ain’t it always the way
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| It takes you back to from where it is you came |