| I live in my own world on 18 wheels
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| Playing music and writing songs about the way I feel
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| Tonight I’ll play my guitar for you
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| I’ll pour my heart out and tonight its blue
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| So gather round and watch me play
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| I’m putting my misery on display
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| I was raised with the West Coast bands
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| I don’t change for anyone I stay the way I am
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| I don’t do this for fame, I do this for me
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| It soothes my soul and keeps my sanity
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| I’ll only be here for today
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| Putting my misery on display
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| And this road it’s so cold
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| And at times it feels so long
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| But I just keep moving on and singing you my songs
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| 'Cause I don’t know any other way
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| Putting my misery on display
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| Tonight I wish someone would hold me
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| A woman’s touch and put my mind at ease
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| Her lips, her breath up against my skin
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| Spread her wings and take my body in
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| I’ll be gone by the break of day
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| Putting my misery on display
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| And this road get so cold
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| And at times it feels so long
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| But I just keep moving on and singing you my songs
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| 'Cause I don’t know any other way
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| Than putting my misery on display
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| I don’t know any other way
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| Than putting my misery on display |