| As we go running down the highway
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| I could drive forever when I hear you sing
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| And when you’re looking over my way
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| Can’t stop to think about the price we pay
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| I get shattered when you’re around
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| You pick up the pieces when I hit the ground
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| Oh, ain’t nothing gonna carry away shattered pieces
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| And the pretty mess we made
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| Well if it’s any consolation
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| That truck-stop out in Little Rock could’ve left you behind
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| It’s the same old conversation
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| Well you know I heard that line from you a thousand times
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| I get shattered when you’re around
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| You pick up the pieces when I hit the ground
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| Oh, ain’t nothing gonna carry away shattered pieces
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| And the pretty mess we made
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| I believe that a life without you wouldn’t be so wrong
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| Couldn’t be so wrong
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| Just hold me baby in the meantime
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| We’ll keep moving on and on
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| I get shattered when you’re around
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| You pick up the pieces when I hit the ground
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| Oh, ain’t nothing gonna carry away
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| Oh, ain’t nothing gonna carry away
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| Oh, ain’t nothing gonna carry away shattered pieces
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| And the pretty mess we made
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| The pretty mess we made |