| Ohio Turnpike
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| Another hour or two
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| Counting the dashed lines
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| Bringing me back to you
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| Another short night
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| And our summer is through
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| So pick a good song
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| To usher you through the gloom
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| When I see your face after the flight home
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| I know I’m not alone
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| When you call my name through the modern snow
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| I know I’m not alone
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| I ditched the rental
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| Grabbed the receipts off the dash
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| Threw out the baggie
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| Of coffee grounds and ash
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| I’ll let you go now
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| That’s all I’ve got to report
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| Sorry I didn’t get
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| Better at being short
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| When I see your face after the flight home
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| I know I’m not alone
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| Can you call my name through the modern snow
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| Because I don’t want to feel alone
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| No I don’t want to feel alone
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| Prepare for the landing and
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| Prepare to be vaguely accused
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| By the sad and underslept
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| In their royal blues
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| Pettin' the window, cuz
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| I wanna know what it’d feel like
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| If I got to go outside
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| And at the bag claim
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| With eyes peeled for tatters of tags
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| Flying half-mast
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| Like the flag
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| And through the families
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| We wade in a quest for a cab
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| Nobody wishes for the things
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| That they already have
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| We relive every misstep that we’ve made in our lives
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| And hoard our scary secrets til they wake us at night
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| And we think we can’t escape from it
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| But maybe we might
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| If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right
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| You know
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| You’re the only person that I wanted to like me
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| You’re the only person that I wanted to like me
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| All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me
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| You’re the only person that I wanted to like me
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| I miss coming home to you
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| I miss coming home to you
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| I miss coming home to you
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| I hate coming home
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| I hate leaving home |