| The morning’s broken and her ticket waits
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| The hazy purple shimmer looks so great
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| And the road’s so smooth
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| Recently laid and it’s hardly used
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| Now country music at this time of day
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| Can make the future seem so far away
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| Though the trade was slow
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| The cabby knew more than he let her know
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| So she said, this conversation’s dead
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| Nobody wants to watch the track go by
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| The trucks are waiting in the loading bay
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| It’s gonna be another busy day in the Middle East
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| She fixes her hair, in a hotel suite
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| So she said, this conversation’s dead
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| Nobody wants to watch the track go by
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| So upset, picked up the cigarette
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| Nobody wants to watch the track go by
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| So she said, this conversation’s dead
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| Nobody wants to watch the track go by
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| So upset, picked up the cigarette
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| Nobody wants to watch the track go by |