| Keep an eye on my blind spots
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| There’s too many
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| Keep lookin' for some light
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| But there isn’t any
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| Was top dead center, baby
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| Now my motor’s gone soft
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| I used to roll through here like a freight train
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| But my wheels come off
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| Got the ring my sister gave me
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| Said it was my mom’s
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| The day she died of cancer
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| I stole her morphine and gone
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| Oh, I lived like a lion in Nashville
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| For a couple more years
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| I used to roll through here like a freight train
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| But I slipped my gears
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| Oh, I paid a price for everything
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| You can’t play it down
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| They’ll kick you off an empty boxcar
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| And leave you in this town
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| I only want the best for you
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| I passed it somewhere along the way
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| I used to roll through here like a freight train
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| Baby, what can I say?
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| I had sunshine in my kitchen
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| Butter on my toast
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| Coffee brewed up in a lovin' cup
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| In the presence of the Holy Ghost
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| But I just kept comin' and goin'
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| Yeah, you couldn’t stop cryin'
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| Used to roll through here like a freight train
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| Must’ve been outta my mind
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| Don’t think you never got to me
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| Oh baby, you really did
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| Your love is all I ever think of
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| Hurts to keep it hid
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| But I’m not foolin' anybody
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| Only myself for a while
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| I used to roll through here like a freight train
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| I used to make you smile |