| Bus station, at sun-up, lookin' for a new, place to go
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| He sips his coffee, and he pulls his ring
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| And thinks of how she looked years ago
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| And she curls up, with a blanket, in a yellow, plastic seat
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| He touches her, and she looks out the window
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| At an empty morning street
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| Well, he musta had a screw loose, in his head
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| To end up like this after all he said
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| He lies to her, she kisses him, gettin' tired of love
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| Bus station, at sun-up, she reads the ticket, in her hand
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| It’s a different name, for the same old town, and this ain’t the life
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| That they had planned
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| And so he tries to tell her, it won’t be like the, times before
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| It’s a different town, and a brand new start, and he’s gonna work a whole lot
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| more
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| Bus station, at sun-up, another hour, left to blow
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| He touches her, but she’d like to leave
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| And there’s no PLACE left to go
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| Well, she musta had a screw loose, in her head
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| How could she believe all the things he said
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| She lies to him, he kisses her, gettin' tired of love
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| Gettin' tired of love, gettin' tired of love |