| Flying high on burban
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| Cruising into a Tennessee town
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| No lipstick color all burning
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| to the ground
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| Blank sidewalk faces all staring
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| stains all down on my shirt
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| To think I was just a redhead
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| Hearing under a skirt
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| I didn’t go looking for trouble
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| I was never raised that way
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| But now I’m ready to stumble
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| I need to walk away
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| Cause I’m 50 miles from Memphis
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| A shotgun in my head
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| A heart full of bullets
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| And a head without a plan
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| One way down to Memphis
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| I never understand
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| Now i’m 50 miles from who I am
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| You always got my number
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| Seventy times seven on top
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| Sweetest candy spell i was under never
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| Never want it to stop
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| Even though I’m in on your secret
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| Still baby my knees got week
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| I’m open minded all day and i’m not asleep
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| What’s he got that I don’t got
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| A stupid question I know
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| I’m dressing up for my mugshot
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| This girl is good to go cause I’m
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| Cause I’m 50 miles from Memphis
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| A shotgun in my head
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| A heart full of bullets
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| And a head without a plan
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| One way down to Memphis
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| I never understand
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| Now I’m 50 miles from who I am
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| What the hell am I doing here
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| 50 miles from Memphis
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| You and him and him and me
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| I guess that’s what it’s gonna be
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| Cause I’m 50 miles from Memphis
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| 50 miles from Memphis
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| What the hell went down in Memphis
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| I never understand
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| But now I’m 50 miles from who I am |