| She was standing on the gone side of leaving
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| She found here thumb and stuck it in the breeze
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| She’ll take anything going close to somewhere e
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| She can lay it down and live like she pleases
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| She ain’t going nowhere she’s just leaving
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| She ain’t going nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| She ain’t going home and that’s for sure
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| She’s not sitting down and crying on her suitcase
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| She has no second thoughts by the road
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| She’s got feelings that need some repairing
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| And she did not give a damn that it showed
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| She ain’t going nowhere she’s just leaving
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| She ain’t going nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| She ain’t going home and that’s for sure
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| The wind had it’s way with her hair
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| And the blues had a way with her smile
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| And she had a way of her own
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| Like prisoners have a way with a file
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| She ain’t going nowhere she’s just leaving
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| She ain’t going nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| She ain’t going home and that’s for sure
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| She ain’t going nowhere she’s just leaving
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| She ain’t going nowhere she can’t breathe in
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| She ain’t going home and that’s for sure
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| She ain’t going home and that’s for sure |