| Driver, do you mind
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| Turn off Patsy Cline
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| Walking on my own tonight
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| Hate being impolite
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| But no small talk, I’m tired
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| Just wake me when we arrive
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| Oh, pick up speed and sandwiches
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| A Ziploc bag, a fifth of gin
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| Don’t ask me why
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| Oh, drop me by the burn-out sign
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| Where hell is near and heaven hides
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| With a pair of dice
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| Here at The Nowhere Inn
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| Where nothing and no one wins
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| Where our last days are spent
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| Wasted on song and sin
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| Here at The Nowhere Inn
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| The hallways are labyrinths
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| Where I last sold my myth
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| Now I live at The Nowhere Inn
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| Always knew you’d end up here
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| Been waiting now for years to see you
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| In my everlasting mirror
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| Everybody knows your name
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| And knows you are to blame
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| For every trickle of your mama’s tears
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| We’re all at nowhere and where are you now
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| We’re all at nowhere and where are you now
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| Here at The Nowhere Inn
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| Where nothing and no one wins
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| Where our last days are spent
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| Wasted on song and sin
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| I’m here at The Nowhere Inn
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| The hallways are labyrinths
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| Here I last sold my myth
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| Now I live at The Nowhere Inn
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| We’re all at nowhere and where are you now
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| We’re all at nowhere and where are you now
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| We’re all at nowhere and where are you now
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| We’re all at nowhere and where are you, where are you
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| Where are you, where are you
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| Where are you, where are you
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| Where are you, where are you
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| Where are you, where are you
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| Where are you, where are you… |