| As I move along the roadway
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| The Los Angeles highway
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| I travel all alone, sometimes fast
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| But mostly slow slow slow
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| And I think about you, I think about you
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| I met a girl named Mercedes
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| She was sweet and beautiful
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| She had a son
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| She could talk about him on and on
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| I just thought about you
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| I only thought about you
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| Of all the things that you said
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| You wanted to do
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| There was only one time
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| When I wouldn’t let you
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| Of all the things that you said
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| You wanted to be
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| I remember the last thing
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| That you promised me
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| You said «I would have married you»
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| When I first left you
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| I was proud and dangerous
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| I was alive, I was alive and alone
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| I never thought about you
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| I never thought about you
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| Well it wasn’t much later
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| I thought I woke up beside you
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| And I called out your name
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| But you were two thousand miles away
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| I cried about you, I cried about you
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| Of all the things that you said
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| You wanted to do
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| There was only one time
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| When I wouldn’t let you
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| Of all the things that you said
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| You wanted to be
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| I remember the last thing
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| That you promised me
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| You said «I would have married you»
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| I would have married you
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| First there were some bruises
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| Then we made excuses
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| I would never harm you
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| Someone had to warn you
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| Of all the things that you said
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| You wanted to do
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| There was only one time
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| When I wouldn’t let you
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| Of all the things that you said
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| You wanted to be
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| I remember the last thing
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| That you promised me
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| You said «I would have married you»
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| I would have married you
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| I would have married you |