| Sleepy truckers, prescription haze
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| They ain’t slept in days
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| Give 'em something to cut the smoke
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| Lord help 'em on their way
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| Every line on this road is another line on my face
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| Say your door’s wide open, but I know my place, oh
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| My chest is pulling tighter, my heart can’t open wider
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| Do I have to leave for you to come around?
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| If I could breath you deeper, you’d be my only keeper
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| But the highway’s holding me for now, oh
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| If you were my medication, I’d need a straight shot
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| But, these miles are peace of mind, well, they’re all I got
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| Gimme, gimme, gimme more before this panic sets in
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| The wheels fell off a while ago
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| I just can’t afford to start over again, no
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| My chest is pulling tighter, my heart can’t open wider
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| Do I have to leave for you to come around?
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| If I could breath you deeper, you’d be my only keeper
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| But the highway’s holding me for now, oh
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| My chest is pulling tighter, my heart can’t open wider
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| Do I have to leave for you to come around?
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| If I could breath you deeper, you’d be my only keeper
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| But the highway’s holding me for now, oh
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| My chest is pulling tighter, my heart can’t open wider
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| Do I have to beg you to come around, no?
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| If I could breath you deeper, you know how much I need you
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| But the highway’s holding me for now, hey
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| babe
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| Oh, woah |