| I was hiding from the sun once again
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| I was running from time my friend
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| I’ve lost another war
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| So I poured one more, and went home drunk again
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| She was up when the key hit the lock
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| And the clock looked at me just like the devil in disguise
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| I saw it in her eyes
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| She’d be gone before the evening
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| So I poured another strong one
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| And chopped a line from here to Texas
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| Cause I’ve lost another good one
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| She’s on the midnight train to Memphis
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| With a brand new start
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| I swore I’d love from the heart
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| I meant to change my ways
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| But I’ve seen better days
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| Than the one that’s here this morning, mmhm
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| With a wife and kids at home
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| With a job somewhere on some assembly line
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| I wish I had that life
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| I bet you wish you had mine
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| Dude, what station is this, K snooze
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| Kid Rock, I thought he was the American bad ass
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| He’s putting me to sleep
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| Nudge me if he gets over five decibels
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| I knew his first album was the good one
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| But that’s the way I am, and this is how I jam
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| All across the land from Alabam' to bandstand
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| Doped up rebel with an attitude, shit
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| So fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
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| I won’t switch, won’t quit no vices
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| Flip the script cause I’m a slice the righteous
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| Haven’t you heard I don’t refrain
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| Free as a bird, and so I won’t change
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| Living it up, giving it up, fucking shit up, what
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| I’m a run the track from the D to Nantucket
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| So fuck it, if you don’t dig that you can suck it
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| Yeah, and it don’t, and it don’t
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| With an old suitcase, I swear I’ll leave this place
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| I’ll get you back in time, can’t drink you off my mind
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| So I’ll see you when I’m sober
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| I been looking for some reasons
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| But I am not found one down in Texas
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| I been changing with the seasons
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| Walked in a new line back to Memphis |