| Well I’m driving to town
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| But I’m on the same road that took me back home
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| Put me on the road
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| Now I’m heading to nothing 'cause its no more fun
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| Going down through the pines, what I’m doing I did before
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| And that’s all I see
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| Driving, driving sixteen miles
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| I’m looking for something I don’t want to do Because my coming to town it took me from you
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| Now I’m losing my taste for the night life
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| Losing my taste for the night life
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| Losing my taste for the night life
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| Now I feel like an island
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| A man in a whorehouse
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| And I’m back again
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| I go back to the highway, I go back to the farmhouse
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| And the hills of grain
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| And I wonder at all
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| Where I would be If I can’t go and find you there
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| Well I wondered so long
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| Where to find you and how
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| I go standing in where I am right now
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| Losing my taste for the night life
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| Losing my taste for the night life
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| Try it once if you need to Come back and then you can
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| Take it out on me It’s the same it could lead you
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| But all that is what two can do and still be free
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| You’ve been gone such a long time
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| Now I know it’s for real
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| And how sad or how good
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| And how I feel
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| Losing my taste for the night life
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| Losing my taste for the night life |