| I left my dear trying to find adventure
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| She spent years trading my whiskey out for seltzer
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| Still I hear her voice in the pit of my failure
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| I ride alone down Goodbye Road
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| I kept my eyes tryna find better weather
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| Just to find it ain’t getting any better
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| And still I hear her voice so clear and so tender
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| It’s my tale to tell down Goodbye Road
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| Strangers, outcasts, artists and thieves
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| Misfits, legends and lost refugees
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| We may not be where we thought we would be
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| We made our home down Goodbye Road
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| You said you were my queen
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| Now you’re just an old disaster
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| I said sticks and stones shouldn’t be thrown from the pulpit pastor
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| And when I hear that voice I try to move a bit faster
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| I’d rather walk alone down Goodbye Road
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| Strangers, outcasts, artists and thieves
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| Misfits, legends and lost refugees
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| We may not be where we thought we would be
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| We made our home down Goodbye Road
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| Travelin' Paul on the road to Damascus
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| The ghost of Saul, he laid down in a casket
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| Sometimes flowers grow in the soil of ashes
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| Pick 'em as you go down Goodbye Road
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| Strangers, outcasts, artists and thieves
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| Misfits, legends and lost refugees
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| We may not be where we thought we would be
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| Oh, we made our home down Goodbye Road
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| Sometimes flowers grow in the soil of ashes
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| Pick 'em as you go down Goodbye Road
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| We made our home down Goodbye Road |