| Headlights burning on the interstate pavement
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| I take a slow drag and my mind slips away
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| Away, away
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| It’s a long night down the 95
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| Trying to beat the sunrise
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| Staying up all night
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| I’m not sleeping till I cross the state line
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| Someday, somehow
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| I’ll make it home and I, I’ll stick around
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| One day I’ll say
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| «No more packing up
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| I’m settling down.»
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| Someday, someday I’ll figure it out
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| Someday, somehow
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| High school sweetheart serving
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| Broken spirits at the local bar
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| First love with a new last name, yeah
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| Next stop, my old home
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| It’s got a new front porch
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| Where flowers used to grow
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| Everybody has something to show
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| I’ve got a thousand different stories
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| And nothing to hold
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| Someday, somehow
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| I’ll make it home and I, I’ll stick around
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| One day I’ll say
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| «No more packing up
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| I’m settling down.»
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| Someday, someday I’ll figure it out
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| Someday, somehow
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| No more birthdays from the telephone
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| No more holidays spent alone
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| No more asking when I’m coming home
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| I, I, I’m sticking around
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| Yeah
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| Someday, somehow
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| I’ll make it home and I, I’ll stick around
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| One day I’ll say
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| «No more packing up
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| I’m settling down.»
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| Someday, someday I’ll figure it out
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| Someday, somehow
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| Someday, somehow
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| Someday, somehow |