| Up all night, pen to paper
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| Four page letter, should’ve known better
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| Than to think you would read it
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| Guess I wanted you to know
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| I didn’t want to let you go
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| Been dreadin' this day since the day you told me
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| That director called, said he liked your pictures
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| And he wanted to meet you
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| I died the day I said to you
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| You gotta do whatcha gotta do
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| I can’t stop you
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| You’re a wheel already rollin'
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| I can’t keep you
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| You’re a bird on a wing, you’re about to fly
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| I can’t hold you
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| You were never mine to hold
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| Guess I gotta let you go, let you go, let you go
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| Heaven knows I don’t wanna let you go
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| But I can’t stop you
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| Rubber to road, pedal to metal
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| Couldn’t care less, halfway to memphis
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| When the blue lights slowed me down
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| State trooper said ninety-one
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| Who the hell you chasin' son
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| I told him all about your angel face
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| Your green-eyed dreams, your head-strong ways
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| He took my license and ran my plates
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| I counted eighty-four trucks go by
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| And on that Shoulder I began to cry
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| It finally hit me you were gone
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| Just outside Jackson on the drive back home |