| I left home with nothing
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| But a few tears in my eyes
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| Now I’m halfway down
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| The interstate past Highway 99
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| It’s just me and one good wiper blade
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| Up against the rain
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| And I still hear the echoes
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| Of those bitter words we said
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| I could drive a million miles
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| And never drive them from my head
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| Those words we said
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| No matter how I try
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| I can’t get far enough away
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| Every sad song on my radio
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| Sounds like it’s custom made
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| By some devil on my shoulder
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| That keeps whispering in my ear
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| And I still hear the echoes
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| Of those bitter words we said
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| I could drive a million miles
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| And never drive them from my head
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| Those words that wounded like an arrow
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| To the heart and keep me drivin', drivin'
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| And I still hear the echoes
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| Of those bitter words we said
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| I could drive a million miles
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| And never drive them from my head
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| Those words that wounded like an arrow
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| To the heart and keep me drivin', drivin'
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| Those words we said… |