| It’s been a long week
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| I’ve got a slow leak in my left front tire
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| I’m sick of where I work
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| My boss is such a jerk, don’t care if I get fired
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| My back’s about to break
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| No money in the bank
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| And she don’t call me anymore
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| I’m down to my last drink, it’s time to sell my things
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| And pack my bags and never look back
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| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
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| And make my getaway
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| I’ll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
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| Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight
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| At the break of day
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| I’ll be a runaway
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| A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin
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| On my scruffy face
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| With every cigarette I’m burnin' my regrets
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| Don’t want to leave a trace
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| And from the rearview, I’ve got clear view
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| Of who I used to be
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| A little bit faster now
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| Ddon’t wanna turn around
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| I’m gonna pack my bags and never look back
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| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
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| And make my getaway
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| I’ll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
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| Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight
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| And at the break of day
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| I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway
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| (I'll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway)
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| It’s crazy, I know, to count on this road
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| To give me what I need
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| But with every state line
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| Somehow I find another part of me, yeah, yeah
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| I’m gonna pack my bags and never look back
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| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
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| And make my get away
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| I’ll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
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| Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight
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| And at the break of day
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| I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway
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| (I'll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway)
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| (I'll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway) |