| Driving out of vegas in their automobile
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| She was in the backseat while he was at the wheel
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| With the windows wide open
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| All the money from the store they’d gambled away
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| He said, «…the best laid plans often go astray.»
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| She took the page of her book and turned it down
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| She lit a cigarette… she didn’t make a sound
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| «and i know if we’d had just one more chance,» he said
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| «i know--we'd finally hit the big one at last,» she said
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| C--instead of another lost weekend / lost weekend
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| Another lost weekend / lost weekend
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| «pull over soon,» she said, «it's no big deal
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| You can take any exit that you happen to feel is the right one.»
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| The right one
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| As she slowly blew her smoke out of the rear wind vent
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| She thought back on all the letters she’d sent
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| For a contest to be on a quiz game show
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| «maybe i shoulda stayed in school,» he said
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| «yeah, i know--start your own business cleaning swimming pools,» she said--C
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| She leaned forward over the front seat and twiddled with the radio dial
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| She looked out the window, saw a sign and both of them began to smile
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| «there's a place we could stay at… it's up another mile |