| I come from just the other side of nowhere
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| To this big time lonesome town
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| They got a lot of ice and snow here
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| Half as cold as all the people I’ve found
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| Every way I try to go here seems to bring me down
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| I’ve seen about enough to know where I belong
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| I’ve got a mind to see the headlights shining
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| On that old white line between my heart and home
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| Sick of spendin' sundays wishing they were mondays
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| Sittin' in a park alone
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| So give my best to anyone who’s left who ever done me
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| Any lovin' way but wrong
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| Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere’s
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| Goin' home
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| Takin' nothin' back to show there
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| For these dues I’ve paid
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| But the soul I almost sold here
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| And the body I’ve been givin' away
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| Fadin' from the neon nighttime glow here
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| Headin' for the light of day
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| Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home
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| I’ve got a mind to see the headlights shinin'
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| On that old white line between my heart and home
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| Sick of spendin' sundays wishin' they were mondays
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| Sittin' in a park alone
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| So give my best to anyone who’s left who ever done me
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| Any lovin' way but wrong
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| Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere’s
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| Goin' home
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| Just the other side on nowhere, goin' home |