| Standin' on the gone side of leavin'
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| She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze
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| She’ll take anything that’s goin' close to somewhere
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| She can lay it down and live it like she’d please
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| But she ain’t goin' nowhere, she’s just leavin'
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| And she ain’t goin' nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| And she ain’t goin' home and that’s for sure
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| She’s not sittin' down and cryin' on her suitcase
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| She has no second thoughts by the road
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| But she’s got feelings than need some reparin'
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| And she did not give a damn that it showed
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| But she ain’t goin' nowhere, she’s just leavin'
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| And she ain’t goin' nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| And she ain’t goin' home and that’s for sure
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| And the wind had it’s way with her hair
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| And the blues have a way with her smile
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| And she had a way of her own
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| Like prisoners have a way with a file
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| She ain’t goin' nowhere, she’s just leavin'
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| And she ain’t goin' nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| And she ain’t goin' home and that’s for sure
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| She ain’t goin' nowhere, she’s just leavin'
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| She ain’t goin' nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| She ain’t goin' home and that’s for sure
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| And she ain’t goin' home and that’s for sure |