| Cut me loose, a nine-hour excuse
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| A sunset visit to the reddest of states
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| It’s new blues for the highway to choose
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| I-65 for when the hour is late
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| It’s over or it’s under
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| It’s on the East side
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| And it’s the setting for getting better
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| Apply the brakes and clip a common mistake
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| It’s not a problem just to sit here and wait
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| Don’t you know what they’re about?
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| Living up to let you down
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| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home
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| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us
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| Bonfires, drives the desire
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| Between the suburbs and what’s left of this place
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| Tattoos, new boots and a noose
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| Now just reminders of the city you hate
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| It’s over or it’s under
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| It’s a disaster
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| And we keep betting it’s getting better
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| It’s well-spun for those who’ve turned 21
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| But getting older doesn’t brighten the day
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| So don’t you know what they’re about?
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| Living up to let you down
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| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home
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| We just sing along
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| But the feeling’s gone
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| I’ve got a couple dozen cities I could share with you
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| A couple stories we could tuck beneath a tennis shoe
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| A couple secrets we could hide between each others' hands
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| A couple moments we could squeeze between some other plans
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| We’ve got a couple different futures we could call our own
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| A shared apartment or just talking on the telephone
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| You’ll move a block away and we’ll go on with both our lives
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| In cold conditions with a past of alternating dives
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| Stiff drinks, abandoned before they sink
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| Another neighborhood carefully drowned
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| Farewell from the fever to tell
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| We need to move this to a new side of town
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| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home
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| And I’ll sing along
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| But the feeling’s gone
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| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us home
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| So quick to strike up a tune on every evening where I carry us |