| ten past the hour
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| im picking flowers
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| child head by the side of the road
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| run away from texas
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| broke down in ur daddy’s lexus
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| now ive got nowhere to go
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| left him a bottle of whiskey
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| i know you miss me
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| but his excuses are getting old
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| probably still passed out
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| maybe even blacked out
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| … bold
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| wake your photograph
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| none of these good times will ever last
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| but i’ll drink to new memories
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| oh, crazy friends and the sights to see
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| its just that open road, fueling my soul
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| that keeps me faster falling down the rabbit hole
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| speeding down the highway fast
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| none of these good times will ever last
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| the worries fade away like the nights just a couple of days
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| but the fire in her eyes was gone
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| so i lit her up a new one
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| said she’d be a fool if she let that keep burning her out
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| we danced underneath the stars like restless hearts
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| helpless to the struggles of the day
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| i can feel the tension slip to another dimension
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| as we go fade away
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| wake your photograph
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| none of these good times will ever last
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| but ill drink to new memories
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| oh, crazy friends and the sights to see
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| its just that open road, fueling my soul
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| that keeps me faster falling down the rabbit hole
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| speeding down the highway fast
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| none of these good times will ever last
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| if only i had met you
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| earlier on in life
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| then i wouldnt be so sup inside
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| but its only a dream
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| promise me
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| its only a dream
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| its only a dream
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| wake your photograph
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| none of these good times will ever last
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| but ill drink to new memories
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| oh, crazy friends and the sights to see
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| its just that open road, fueling my soul
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| that keeps me faster falling down the rabbit hole
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| speeding down the highway fast
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| none of these good times will ever last
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| woaah hoh
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| woaah hoh |