| I passed out last night and I never made it home.
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| Wound up on a bus to San Antone.
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| My head hurts bad and I ain’t wearing shoes.
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| Going to find my wallet and my way home to you.
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| We’re gonna make this day.
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| A little better than the last.
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| It’s amazing how slow days like this can go.
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| Find a way to wash away.
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| Any regret you have don’t let this moment pass.
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| Live inside this day.
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| I got cuffs on my hands.
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| Chains on my feet.
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| Got locked up for the second time this week.
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| And I know I make you cry but girl my love is true.
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| Going to find my wallet and my way back home to you.
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| We’re gonna make this day.
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| A little better than the last.
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| It’s amazing how slow days like this can go.
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| Find a way to wash away.
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| Any regret you have don’t let this moment pass.
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| Live inside this day.
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| Now I’m back on the street.
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| Thumb in the air.
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| Don’t know how the hell that I got here.
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| But I’m gonna hitch that ride.
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| If it’s the last thing I do.
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| Gonna find that wallet and bring it home to you.
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| We’re gonna make this day.
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| A little better than the last.
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| Know don’t you let this life come whoop your…
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| Find a way to wash away.
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| And regret you have. |