| You got so damn high you left me in Wisconsin
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| And I was sound asleep as you drove my car away
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| And about a hundred miles south of where we were going
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| I was stuck in a stale motel just cursing your name
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| Oh, Avery, have you gone mad after all these miles of memories?
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| Avery, you said you’d run, but you never said you wouldn’t take me
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| What about Alabama? |
| What about Tennessee?
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| What a friend you turned out to be, Avery
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| Well, last I heard you sold by beat up Chevy
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| Oh, but you never spared a dime to give me a call
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| Are you hitching rides on highways, railways, every day?
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| Trynna break free from the weight of yesterdays
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| Getting lost in drugs and alcohol
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| Oh, Avery, have you gone mad after all these miles of memories?
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| Avery, you said you’d run, but you never said you wouldn’t take me
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| What about Alabama? |
| What about Tennessee?
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| What a friend you turned out to be, Avery
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| Are you howling at the moon in Montana?
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| Or burnt by the sun in Santa Fe?
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| Oh, wherever you go, you never go to stay
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| Oh, Avery, have you gone mad after all these miles of memories?
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| Avery, you said you’d run, but you never said you wouldn’t take me
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| Oh, forget about Alabama, to hell with Tennessee
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| What a friend you turned out to be
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| Don’t you think it’s time you came clean, Avery? |