| You shot bolt upright in the middle of the dark
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| As she drove her motorcycle through the trailer park
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| A hundred miles an hour no helmet on her head
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| 'Til that concrete drain was runnin' cherry red
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| Used to sit and drink coffee at the Waffle House
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| Had to spin up her wheels just to get it out
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| Now it all comes back to haunt you
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| Yeah, it comes back anytime it wants to
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| It all comes back through the holes and the cracks
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| Where you thought you let it slip away
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| Yeah, it all comes back some day
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| Feelin' bad about yourself, you were seven years old
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| So you got her in the bushes where you had some control
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| Tied up her hands so she couldn’t fight fair
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| Threw a jar of silver model car paint in her hair
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| After all these years does the shoe still fit?
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| Have you only just now started wearin' it?
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| The way she combed her hair
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| Straight across a minute where you could have died
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| You thought love was something that you had to hide
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| To survive
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| All those lives you thought you lived away
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| There ain’t a one showin' any kinda sign of decay
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| They’re all stacked on your head like infinity’s crown
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| The truth is you ain’t never lived anything down
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| You’re bound up forever to the blood on the trail
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| To the tires on the gravel to the rust on the rail |