| Throwin’pictures out the window
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| Scattered by the way the wind blows
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| Bye bye baby that’s the last I’ll see of you
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| Shoebox full of old love letters
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| I’ll tear each one till I feel better
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| And I won’t look back 'cause I don’t like the view
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| What my heart needs now is rest
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| So I’m packin up and I’m headed west
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| My mind’s made up I put it to the test
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| Pushin myself and this old machine
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| Burnin fumes and what’s left of my dreams
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| Let 'em go 'cause I don’t need no strings
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| Just give me a road and a little gasoline
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| We talked in circles till the words ran out
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| And it all came down to an angry shout
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| Before I knew it I was in 3rd gear and gone
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| Well this has been comin for a long long time
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| If I said I’m sorry well I’d be lyin
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| If you think I’d never make it well you’d be wrong
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| What my heart needs now is rest
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| So I’m packin up and I’m headed west
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| My mind’s made up I put it to the test
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| Pushin myself and this old machine
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| Burnin fumes and what’s left of my dreams
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| Let 'em go 'cause I don’t need no strings
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| Just give me a road and a little gasoline |