| Dark sky blue with a
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| Bright red crown.
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| The invitation every
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| City and town.
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| Ready to go
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| Into the unknown.
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| I don’t know the
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| If and whens of coming home.
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| My future crept up on me
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| Much like a heart attack.
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| Straight life is calling me,
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| And I aint calling back.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out on the interstate again.
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| On either side it’s a
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| Burning creek,
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| And nothing but black asphalt
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| In between.
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| It’s not safe to drive
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| In the rear-view.
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| It’s what lies ahead that can kill you.
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| My future crept up on me
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| Much like a heart attack.
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| The straight life is calling me,
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| But I aint calling back.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out on the interstate again.
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| And reality is bangin'
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| Hard on my bathroom door.
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| And nobody calls me
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| 'Cause I don’t answer it no more.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out, out on the interstate.
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| Out on the interstate again. |