| I’ve been tired of this white bred town
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| Same old people just hangin' around
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| Walk in circles, no where bound
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| Yeah, and it’s gettin' me down (kick it in boys)
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| I’ve got a memory, that’s for sure
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| Yeah knock knock knocking on my front door
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| No you don’t love me anymore
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| Honey, that’s what the sound of the wheels are for
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| I wanna trade it all in on some cheap sun glasses
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| Park the old ass stream on the desert floor
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| With nothin' to lose and nobody keepin' score
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| So give me the dog and an El Camino
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| Roll a couple dice at the Indian casino
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| Take this heartache
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| Somwhere you’ve never been before
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| Yeah you the one that said goodbye
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| Thinkin' you could come back just any old time
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| You’re movin' on is just a lie
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| Honey I’ll show you what gone looks like
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| I wanna trade it all in on some cheap sun glasses
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| Park the old ass stream on the desert floor
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| With nothin' to lose and nobody keepin' score
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| So give me the dog and an El Camino
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| Roll a couple dice at the Indian casino
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| Take this heartache
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| Somewhere you’ve never been before
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| Ooh whoah
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| Here I go
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| I wanna trade it all in on some cheap sun glasses
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| Park the old ass stream on the desert floor
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| With nothin' to lose and nobody keepin' score
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| Come on now
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| So give me the dog and an El Camino
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| Roll a couple dice at the Indian casino
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| Take this heartache
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| Somewhere you’ve never been before
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| Yeah take this heartache somewhere you’ve never been before
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| Yeah yeah yeah |