| Some lay flowers on the side of the highway
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| To note the death of the ones they loved
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| While other flowers spend their whole lives out on the highway
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| Standing for nothing it’s just where they’re from
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| And I guess I know in some backwards way that all these
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| Billboards lighting up the back of the day
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| Been slowly inking me down a giant map of the states
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| 'Til I can find somewhere to shack up and unpack all my things
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| I got a swine full of quarters, a telephone
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| If I could only find a minute to talk
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| I got a gold watch ticking with a sailor’s mouth
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| I think the hour hand is flicking me off
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| I got a pocketknife and a pocket mirror
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| But it’s weird my face don’t look quite the same
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| 'Cause I got a half-empty bottle of something Lord
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| It’s a half-full bottle of dreams
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| Can you help me sing the one
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| You helped me sing when the day was done?
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| You helped me sing to a great big sun
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| That was setting on some old black couch in my room
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| Can you help me sing the song
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| You helped me sing out on the lawn?
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| You helped me sing to bring up the dawn
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| And bring it back to your mom and daddy’s house
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| 'Cause I don’t want to sing this one
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| If I’ve got to sing without you
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| Brother let your hair blow
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| Won’t you let your hair blow brave
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| Don’t let them tell you that it ain’t the same wind
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| That’s been making them sacred bandanas wave
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| A Jew on the cross a dew on the moss
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| That’s two ways to behave
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| Gas station diner firework shop souvenir
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| Twenty-four hour cum stains on the radio waves
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| I guess I’ll figure it out when I’m older
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| For now you call Sal and I’ll call Dakota
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| They’ve got a half-empty bottle of vodka with them
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| I got a half full bottle of optimism
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| And we’ll sing the one
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| You helped me sing when the day was done
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| You helped me sing to a great big sun
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| That was setting on some old black couch in my room
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| Can you help me sing the song
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| You helped me sing out on the lawn?
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| You helped me sing to bring up the dawn
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| And bring it back to your mom and daddy’s house
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| 'Cause I don’t want to sing this one if it’s going to make me feel blue
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| About the way things will never be the same again
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| Been feeling red about the places where I laid my hands
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| Last night thought I could save a couple grains of sand
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| From slowly slipping through a south-bound highway ramp
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| But I was wrong
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| So can you help me sing the one
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| You helped me sing when the day was done?
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| You helped me sing to a great big sun
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| That was setting on some old black couch in my room
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| Can you help me sing the song
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| You helped me sing out on the lawn?
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| You helped me sing to bring up the dawn
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| And bring it back to your mom and daddy’s house
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| 'Cause I don’t want to sing this one if just I’ve got to sing
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| Don’t want to sing this one if I’ve got to sing without you |