| Everything that happened was a blur
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| I flip through a map inside a gas station
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| I see where I am and where we were
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| We blew 15 hundred on the way just tryna make it
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| When we finally got to Hollywood
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| We stayed 11 days in that place right off of Wilcox
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| You were saying we would catch a break
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| But you were tired, I could see it on your face
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| And you were scared, I could see it on your face
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| Our fingers laced up
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| I missed the way the winter tastes
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| I miss that wooden staircase we raced up
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| I heard a screech on the 101, I rubber neck
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| And watch 'em wreck, some rotten things suppressed and bottled up
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| A half-image flashes of us laughin' piss-drunk
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| Then a half-image flashes of us fightin' piss-drunk
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| Lightning hit the stump in a stretch of white heat
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| Barreling through Omaha, floatin' tumbleweed
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| Startles me awake, the car starts to shake
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| I glanced at your hair-tie around my handbrake
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| I was a brilliant speck of light across a lonely landscape
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| I was a brilliant speck of light across a lonely landscape
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| I was a brilliant speck of light across a lonely landscape
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| Now are you okay?
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| Sometimes you holler in your sleep
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| You say your whole head feels like a faucet when it leaks
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| You say your whole head feels like a white noise machine
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| You say your whole head feels like a colony of bees
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| I was lured out by a light
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| And I couldn’t tell what time it was
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| I was afraid of it
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| But I was compelled towards it
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| And it pulled me in |