| I wanna drive until my cell phone
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| Runs out of range and every bar is gone
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| Cut through the woods another hundred miles
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| And disappear for a while
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| I wanna hear raindrops falling down on an old tin roof
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| I wanna find a front porch rail and prop up my traveling boots
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| See your silhouette, in that firelight
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| Feel your body lying next to mine
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| Spend a few days together alone
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| And just lay low
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| I wanna end up nowhere on a map
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| A little cabin sitting so far back
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| Out in the country just the moon and stars
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| Are gonna know where we are
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| I wanna hear raindrops falling down on an old tin roof
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| I wanna find a front porch rail and prop up my traveling boots
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| See your silhouette, in that firelight
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| Feel your body lying next to mine
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| Spend a few days together alone
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| And just lay low
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| Just lay low, slow it down
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| Girl, let’s go… and get outta town!..
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| I wanna hear raindrops falling down
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| I wanna hear raindrops falling down on an old tin roof
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| I wanna find a front porch rail and prop up my traveling boots
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| See your silhouette, in that firelight
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| Feel your body lying next to mine
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| Spend a few days together alone
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| And just lay low…
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| Oh just lay low
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| Just lay low… |