| I wish I still smoked cigarettes
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| Light one up and travel time
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| When a stiff drink and a whispered yes
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| Was enough to light a fire, to feel alive
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| Wish I could go back to those nights sometimes
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| I wish I still drove a muscle car
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| Horses rumbling under the hood
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| Flying past the welcome sign under the stars
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| Wishing I could leave for good, I swore I would
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| Every now and then I go back to that neighborhood
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| Wish I still did a lot of things I don’t do anymore
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| When I didn’t know what wasn’t good for me
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| But I knew everything else for sure
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| I guess what I really miss is the freedom and
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| The way it felt, the innocence
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| That’s what I really meant
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| When I said
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| I wish I still smoked cigarettes
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| I felt more grown up then
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| We were talking about where we gonna go
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| Instead of talking bout where we’d been
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| We’d ride around the lake and make those plans
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| Still had the world in the palm of our hands
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| We never had a chance, now and then
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| Wish I still smoked cigarettes
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| Something to calm my nerves
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| Wherever you are tonight
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| You were better than I deserved
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| Wish I still smoked cigarettes
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| So I had something to let go up in smoke |