| Right there’s the high school where we met
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| We’d sneak out back for a couple of kisses and a cigarette
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| And that parking lot was our first date
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| And her momma slammed the door
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| When I dropped her off too late
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| She’s gone
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| Chasing that highway wind
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| She’s gone
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| She ain’t coming back again
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| This ain’t nothing
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| Nothing but a goodbye town
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| These streets are only bringing me down
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| Gotta find a way to finally get out
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| Out of this goodbye town
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| We sat down on those courthouse steps
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| Fourth of July, those fireworks over our heads
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| And they’d ring the bells of that little church
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| No there ain’t nowhere I can look that doesn’t hurt
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| She’s gone
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| But I still feel her on my skin
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| She’s gone
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| But she ain’t coming back again
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| This ain’t nothing
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| Nothing but a goodbye town
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| These streets are only bringing me down
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| Gotta find a way to finally get out
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| Out of this goodbye town
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| I can’t erase the memories
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| And I can’t burn the whole place down
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| No this ain’t nothing
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| Nothing but a goodbye town
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| To hell if I’m sticking around
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| Gotta find a way to finally get out
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| Out of this goodbye town (Oh, yeah)
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| Out of this goodbye town
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| I’m out of this town
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| So out of this town
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| You’ll be just a memory in the back of my mind
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| You’ll be just a memory, yeah
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| Oh, somewhere in the back of my mind
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| In the back of my mind, yeah
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| Oh, one day you’re gonna look back at what we had
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| You’re gonna think of me
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| You’re gonna think of me
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| When I’m long gone
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| I’ll be long gone |