Made my exit on the turn pike
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I saw the stateside toll and shuffled for some change
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I paid a man that talked as if he knew me
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And I could see it in his eyes
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He could tell that I was running away
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What are you waiting for
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It's just a minute away
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Travel light you might just
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Find yourself there for the day
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What are you waiting for
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It's just a minute away
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Following Rita
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Following Rita
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Stopped to make a call and picked up Elvis
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Elvis James McCabe a future millionaire
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He wrestled with his thoughts out loud
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About two girls that he had left behind
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And said for forty five dollars
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He could help me on my way and get rich too
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There was talk about after high school
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I would get a job
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Gig at night and she would go to some
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Community school
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But her father changed jobs
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And we cried together
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As her plane was flying away
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Well the phone never was enough
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For us to hold on to
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Now every mile that I drive away
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Get's me closer to you, yeah
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Following Rita
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