| With a pocket of luck
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| I made it out to Greenville
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| Where I married that big American sky
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| While all my cynical friends
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| Have been camped out in the suburbs
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| I’ve been running around
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| Living a ramblin' man’s life
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| From a bar stool
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| I was shouting out bible verses
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| To a ghost who’d been following me for awhile
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| And I couldn’t find the energy I needed
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| To make myself smile
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| These headlights are just a pair of eyes
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| That only open at night
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| To see the darker side
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| And these dead end streets
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| Only lead to dead end things
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| My heart’s drenched in gasoline
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| Don’t light a spark in me
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| I woke up to feel the dirt
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| I swear for a second I could feel a heartbeat in the earth
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| And the stars burned like cigarettes
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| And danced like ashes over my head
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| I couldn’t even say a word
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| From a parking lot
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| I was fighting with the shadows
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| And trying to run away from my own
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| No matter how many songs I write
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| He’s never going to leave me alone
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| These headlights are just a pair of eyes
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| That only open at night
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| To see the darker side
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| And these dead end streets |
| Only lead to dead end things
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| My heart’s drenched in gasoline
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| Don’t light a spark in me |