| In cruise control to the wreck of me
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| I lay my head up against the wheel and dream
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| Highway forty five O nine
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| In cruise control to the wreck of me
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| I lay my head up against the wheel and dream
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| Highway forty five O nine
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| Stretches across this wicked dream of mine
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| Abated only by the engine drone
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| The silence takes hold then I’m home
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| Phantoms and shadows take control of the wheel
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| The smell of gasoline sex and steel
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| Somewhere I lost my way and you got brave
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| And now here I lay
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| Somewhere in this highways moan
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| The Angels dare to guide my way
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| Strychnine and broken spine
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| The engine wanes
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| Seat belt tightens across my chest
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| Broken glass and plastic finally come to rest
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| And all my senses come alive and start to shake me
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| Broken bones and the smile that you left
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| Magnolia don’t pray for me
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| All the warning signs I never cared to see
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| Magnolia all direction lost
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| I took the ride and I paid the cost
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| No illustrious collaboration somewhere outta time alone
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| You’re the one that made it out
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| You’re the shadow and the doubt
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| A lonely ambulance is heard across the highway
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| With sirens screaming out your name
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| Magnolia don’t pray for me
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| All the warning signs I never cared to see
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| Magnolia all direction lost
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| You’re the one that’s moving
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| Razor steel collapse and burn away
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| Crosses line and Angels prey
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| Cruise control to the very wreck of me
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| The warning signs I was too blind to see
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| Magnolia all direction lost
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| You’re the one that’s moving on |