| I talked to Brian about
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| Frank too
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| Holly already knew, yeah
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| Holly already knew
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| That I was like boxing outside of the lines
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| Dodging potholes in the wind and rain
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| This is insane, a single car accident
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| With the never-ending radio playing
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| Sleeping in the van out-front in case
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| Up at six when I was out too late
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| I said what I came to say
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| Now I only complain
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| I only complain on highways
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| And I got miles and miles and miles
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| Of nothing but, miles and miles
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| I can’t stand songs about writing songs
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| And albums over 40 minutes long
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| And broke up bands on their 3rd re-union tour
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| Damn bowie boats should have quit at age 24
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| I got two jobs and a girl back home
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| Collection agency’s calling on my pre-paid cell phone
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| It don’t take skill nor luck
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| To never amount to much
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| But I got miles and miles and miles
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| Of nothing but, miles and miles
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| But this is all been for nothing
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| When this has all been for nothing
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| I’d rather stay broke than play fake-ass shows
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| Move from your heart, sing from your soul
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| If you can’t sing, then dance instead
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| Music should sound like escape, not rent
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| Music should sound like escape, not rent
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| Music should sound like escape, not rent
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| When this has all been for nothing
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| When this has all been for nothing
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| I got miles and miles and miles
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| Of nothing but, miles and miles
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| Miles and miles and miles
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| Of nothing but, miles and miles |