| It was a strange request and they’d just barely met
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| But somehow he didn’t seem like a stranger
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| She knew what her sister always said about the angels, how they show up when
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| you never expect them
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| She never expected
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| When she was mostly in the phone booth at the end of her rope
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| Spending half her time just hope-hope-hoping
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| Then someone finally showed up with a shot at the coast
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| So she gets in the car and they go
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| Goodbye Central Valley, hello Shasta-Trinity
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| You look even better than you did in the pictures
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| He didn’t say much she never thought it was love
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| It was mostly about the adventure
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| When they get to Eureka they crash with his friends
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| They had five in one room they had four in one bed
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| She had sixty-eight bucks she said she only had ten
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| Acid management checking all the balances
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| There was this whole long scene with some mountains and some lakes
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| And most of it was real but some of it seemed fake
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| Try not to judge me by the pictures that I take
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| I’ve always had some pretty shaky hands
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| He never came out and said it, he just kind of implied it
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| The dashboard almost swallowed them whole
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| He didn’t say much she never thought it was love
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| It was mostly about the control
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| They put the speed against the sedatives futures and derivitaves
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| Some deep freedom getting tangled up in tenements
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| You gotta put the negatives up against the benefits
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| Crisis management getting out ahead of it
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| But the guy that she left with ain’t the things that he said he is
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| He’s a dick when he drinks and she’s scared of his friends
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| He went through her purse and he let her keep ten
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| He never wants to do anything
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| There was a guy at the door there was a gun on the bed
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| There was a dog on the rope that had a cross on its head
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| Let me introduce you some deep freedom
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| We’re just kind of getting used to it
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| No gods no kings let freedom ring
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| No faith no sin no hymns to sing
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| She just wanted to see some things
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| No gods no kings let freedom ring
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| He never wants to do anything
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| My country 'tis of thee sweet land of liberty
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| Sleeping in the parking lots of pharmacies
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| No gods no kings let freedom ring
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| He never wants to do anything |