| Maybe it’s the shadows on the wall that I’m looking at
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| Dancing in the bedroom light
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| Maybe it’s the thought of getting all caught up
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| Like we did last night
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| And all this driveway’s just a mile away
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| From the highway that you’re on
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| And usually, I’d be on my way
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| But girl, this time’s still far gone
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| If this is what it’s come to
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| Just a two-lane tail light
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| Getaway goodbye town
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| All the liquor I’ve run through
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| Down to the bottom of my last bottle of Crown
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| Hate that I never loved you
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| Good Lord knows I did and how hard we tried
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| But it is what it is, it was what it was
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| We do what we do and it does what it does
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| This is what it’s come to
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| Well, cigarette smoke, drinks, neon lights
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| And all the cliche signs
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| But you’re good and gone girl, tell me if I’m wrong
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| But maybe I just might
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| Pour me up a double shot, chase it with a cold beer
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| Baby, and stay here in this bar
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| No, there ain’t no point in leaving now
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| 'Cause it’s gone way too far
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| This is what it’s come to
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| Just a two-lane tail light
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| Getaway goodbye town |
| All the liquor I’ve run through
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| Down to the bottom of my last bottle of Crown
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| Hate that I never loved you
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| Good Lord knows I did and how hard we tried
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| But it is what it is, it was what it was
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| We do what we do and it does what it does
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| This is what it’s come to
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| Cutting ties, nothing we can’t undo
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| Just reminds me of when
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| We were kicking out dirt dust, feet fed up on the dash
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| And your hand high-fiving the wind
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| This is what it’s come to
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| This is what it’s come to, yeah
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| This is what it’s come to
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| Just a two-lane tail light
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| Getaway goodbye town
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| All the liquor I’ve run through
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| Down to the bottom of my last bottle of Crown
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| Hate that I never loved you
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| Good Lord knows I did and how hard we tried
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| But it is what it is, it was what it was
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| We do what we do and it does what it does
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| This is what it’s come to |