| I watched the sun come up on Portland
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| I waved goodbye to all my friends
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| I packed my car and headed to LA
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| I gave away all my loose ends
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| Somebody said you gotta get away
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| To wanna go back home again
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| I left my universe standing there
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| Holding the hand of my best friend
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| And it’s laughter that I feel when I think of you
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| It’s one more dusty rose about to turn
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| I’ll see you when I reach New Mexico
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| If I’m in the mood to crash and burn
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| I wrote a letter that I never mailed
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| I rehearsed a dialogue in my head
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| In case you ever wanted to track me down
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| I’ll take mycell phone to bed
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| And it’s laughter that I hear when I close my eyes
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| And it’s one more punchline I forgot to learn
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| I call you up when my bottle’s dry
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| I’m on my way to crash and burn
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| Antigone laid across the road
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| And let a mack truck leave her there for dead
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| Just because her lover split the scene
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| Well love might be great but why lose your head
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| Well, it’s laughter that comes up when I cry for you
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| And my heart may break again before it learns
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| And I might be stupid enough to want to fall again
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| Cause I’ve gotten use to the crash and burn
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| I say I’ve gotten use to the crash and burn
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| (Sheryl Crow/Jeff Trott) |