| I’m running out of places to hide
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| I’m running out of money to buy
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| Smoke and Jack and Coke to fix my nerves
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| I’m running out of lessons to learn
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| I’m all out of bridges to burn
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| I’m starting to think
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| I’m getting what I deserve
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| 15 years in a 10 year town
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| Chasing a dream I’ve never found
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| Guitar slinging, singing the Blues
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| Living on crumbs
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| Running on fumes
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| It’s cold and old and lonely as it sounds
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| 15 years in a 10 year town
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| I’m running out of friends I can call
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| By now, they’ve heard it all
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| For too damn long I’ve told them I’m breaking in
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| Now I’m all out of reasons to stay
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| But I’m afraid if I run away
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| No one will ever hear these songs again
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| 15 years in a 10 year town
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| Chasing a dream I’ve never found
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| Guitar slinging, singing the Blues
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| Living on crumbs
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| Running on fumes
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| It’s cold and old and lonely as it sounds
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| 15 years in a 10 year town
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| In a 10 year town
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| 15 years in a 10 year town
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| Too many people I can’t let down
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| Guitar slinging, singing the Blues
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| Is bound to pay off anytime soon
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| It’s cold and old and lonely as it sounds |
| 15 years in a 10 year town |