| My recent bio reads I’ve been split into a thousand pieces / with a length of
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| twine and a working thesis / still waiting on my come to Jesus moment / in an
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| old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha / door unlocked,
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| looking at these paintings / this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No
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| Country / thinking about death, God, love, and nothing / cicadas humming /
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| cigarettes and lightning bugs / not stopping for nothing / I slash I burn,
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| dead weight behind bumper / outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer / dust
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| kick through vents / rust hang off Ford / cigarettes and lightning bugs / red
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| lights all ignored
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| (Hook)
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| Out here time slows / Full tank, ready to go / Lose an hour, gain it back and
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| roll / Only lines I stay in dot the road
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| (Dessa)
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| Living out of my left pocket / out-of-state plates / Gotta take my notches with
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| me / rented room, the bedpost stays / Out here it’s all Bruno Mars and zero
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| bars / so who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours / been
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| working hard all night, we grind it fine as flour / tonight it’s my town / go
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| tell your dogs to lie down / I came a long way, came the long way,
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| and I aim to make that whole way count / I’m a train outta track / I’ma take,
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| I’m attack / gotta make way or make waves / get in or get back
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| (Mike)
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| So outta bounds, outer space / gotta make good what we started / deploy,
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| shove off to troubled waters / by the board or off the shore, bring only
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| what’s for barter / Time slows, back home is by the minutes / back home is
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| always forward, they don’t need you in it / it’s wide roads, slim seconds at
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| the finish / before you know it, the game is winning
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| (Hook)
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| (Cecil)
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| Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up / I’ve been so ashamed of my
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| love / and the moment you feel it you say what, so what |