| Dirt under your nails
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| From working in the garden
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| Trying to grow a plant
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| With the wind under our sails
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| You and me we’re getting started
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| Don’t tell me that you can’t
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| Ice cold knuckles
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| And ice cold feet
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| Where the asphalt buckles
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| And they crack the concrete
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| Number one road
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| I know you too well
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| Don’t do what you’re told
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| Don’t break your spell
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| Lonely love
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| I rest my case
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| You’ve been gone too long
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| To come back to this place
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| Lonely love
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| This heavy heart is gonna hitchhike
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| The day I need a photograph
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| To remember what you look like
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| I could feel resistance
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| Coming down the wire
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| But I would go the distance
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| Rolling on these four black tires
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| On the number one road
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| Through the thick and the thin
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| I will do what I’m told
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| Just let it begin
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| Lonely love
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| I rest my case
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| You’ve been gone too long
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| To come back to this place
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| Lonely love
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| This heavy heart is gonna hitchhike
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| The day I need a photograph
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| To remember what you look like
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| The day I need a photograph
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| To remember what you look like
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| The day I need a photograph
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| To remember what you look like
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| The day I need a photograph
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| To remember what you look like
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| The day I need a photograph
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| To remember what you look like |