| So much for love
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| I guess I’ve been wronged
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| But it’s all right cuz
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| I’m moving on
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| I’ve got my car all packed with cassette tapes and
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| Sweaters and loose change and cheap cigarettes and
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| I’m gonna drive through the hills
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| Put my hand out the window and
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| Sing till I run out of words
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| I’m gonna stop at every truck stop
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| Make small talk with waiters and truck drivin' men
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| I’m gonna fall asleep in the back seat
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| With no one around but me and my friends
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| It’s gonna be so grand
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| It’s gonna be just like my wedding day
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| Yeah I’ve had enough of love
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| It feels good to give up
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| So good to be good to myself and
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| I’m gonna get on the highway with no destination
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| And plenty of vision in mind and
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| I’m gonna drive to the ocean
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| Go skinny dipping
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| Blow kisses to Venus and Mars
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| I’m gonna stop at every bar and
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| Flirt with the cowboys in front their girlfriends
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| It’s gonna be so grand
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| It’s gonna be just like my wedding day
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| So much for love
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| I guess I’ve been wronged
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| But it’s all right cuz I’m moving on
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| I’m gonna drive over hills
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| Over mountains and canyons
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| And boys that keep bringin' me down
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| I’m gonna drive under skyline and sunshine
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| Drink good wine in vineyards
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| And get asked to dance
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| I’m gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by
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| Never ever again
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| It’s gonna be so grand
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| It’s gonna be so grand
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| It’s gonna be just like my wedding day |