| Shut it down and call this road a day
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| And put this silence in my heart in a better place
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| I have traveled with your ghost now for so many years
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| That I see you in the shadows
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| In hotel rooms and headlights
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| You’re coming up beside me
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| Whether it’s day or night
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| These days my life is an open book
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| Missing pages I cannot seem to find
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| These days your face
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| In my memory
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| Is in a folded hand of grace against these times
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| No one’s ever come between your memory and me
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| I have driven this weary vessel here alone
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| Will you still find me if I leave you here beside this road
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| Cuz' I need someone who can touch me
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| Who’ll put no one above me
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| Someone who needs me
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| Like the air he breathes
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| These days my life is an open book
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| Missing pages I cannot seem to find
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| These days your face
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| In my memory
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| Is in a folded hand of grace against these times
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| I can’t remember where this toll road goes
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| Maybe it’s Fort Worth maybe it’s a heart of gold
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| The price of love is such a heavy toll
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| That I’ve lived my life in the backroads
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| With your love in my pocket
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| If I spend the love you gave me
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| Tell me, where will it go?
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| These days my life is an open book
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| Missing pages I cannot seem to find
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| These days your face
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| In my memory
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| Is in a folded hand of grace against these times
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| These days your face
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| In my memory
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| Is in a folded hand of grace
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| You’re a folded hand of grace
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| You’re in a folded hand of grace
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| Against these times |