| You wanna see what over looks like?
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| Ya ain’t gotta go far, just a few blocks down
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| You wanna see a picture of goodbye?
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| Chairs on the table, smoke hanging round
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| The ceiling from the night before
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| Light coming through the crack in the door
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| Nothing says gone like a parking lot with only one car in it
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| Nothing says gone like an empty glass or sitting on the bar
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| In the middle of the day in a blue light haze, all alone
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| Nothing says gone like high noon neon
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| She could be an airplane blur
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| Wind in her hair, blowing through another town
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| Or staring out over a wing, tears on her face
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| Head in the clouds
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| It doesn’t really matter now
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| Nothing says gone like a parking lot with only one car in it
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| Nothing says gone like an empty glass or sitting on the bar
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| In the middle of the day in a blue light haze, all alone
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| Nothing says gone like high noon neon
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| And nothing says gone like 12 o’clock on the rocks
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| And nothing says over like a parking lot with only one car in it
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| Nothing says gone like an empty glass or sitting on the bar
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| In the middle of the day in a blue light haze, all alone
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| Nothing says gone like high noon neon
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| Nothing says gone like high noon neon |