| Well I’m headed back from Dallas, two days gone and gone to hell
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| And I can’t keep my eyes open-far as I know, just as well
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| I could make it to a truck stop on the highway across the line
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| If I can make it back to you, back to you, then I’ll be fine
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| All this sense that I’ve been makin' makes no sense to me at all
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| And the chances I keep takin' up the chances that I’ll fall
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| Into the hole that I’ve been digging for myself into the dirt
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| If I can make it back to you then maybe no one will get hurt
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| But the headwinds on the highway
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| Eighty-five past one more town
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| I ain’t seen you face since Friday
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| Long to set my suitcase down
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| We’ve been holdin' it together
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| We’ve been wakin' up alone
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| I can’t tell if all this leavin'
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| Is worth the bein' gone
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| Is worth the bein' gone
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| Well the sunlight in the window, through the blinds, onto the floor
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| Makes me realize I’ve been in those shadow lines sometime before
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| One small step out of the dark into the light
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| One more, babe, and I can make it back alright
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| But the headwinds on the highway |
| Eighty-five past one more town
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| I ain’t seen you face since Friday
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| Long to set my suitcase down
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| We’ve been holdin' it together
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| We’ve been wakin' up alone
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| I can’t tell if all this leavin'
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| Is worth the bein' gone
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| Is worth the bein' gone |