| So what did I say to make you stay?
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| These last four hours seem like a day
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| With any luck, by nine, I’ll be crossing the state line
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| And when I call you, you ask what I’m going to do
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| As if you don’t know me like I know you
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| I guess that this is why I get all the good stories
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| It’s all I know
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| I can’t move slow
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| And when the sun comes up and I walk on down the street
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| I feel the pavement on my feet
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| I look around and think I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| I’ve killed myself just trying to help
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| And find the things that we’ve misplaced
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| I’ve had my doubts
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| I’ve been around long enough to see myself replaced
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| I came home feeling different, no surprise
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| I’ve learned to see through different eyes
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| I’ve gotten good at always doing what they told me I can’t do
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| And this city comes alive at night
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| The changing leaves and longest drives
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| Changing times and how it never seems boring
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| It’s all I know
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| I can’t move slow
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| And when the sun comes up and I walk on down the street
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| I feel the pavement on my feet
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| I look around and think I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| It’s hard to see it any other way
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| I wouldn’t have it any other |