I come from just the other side of nowhere
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To this big time lonesome town.
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They got a lot of ice and snow here,
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Half as cold as all the people I've found.
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Every way I try to go here seems to bring me down.
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I've seen about enough to know where I belong.
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I've got a mind to see the headlights shining
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On that old white line between my heart and home.
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Sick of spendin' Sundays wishing they were Mondays
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Sittin' in a park alone.
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So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me
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Any lovin' way but wrong.
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Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere's
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Goin' home.
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Takin' nothin' back to show there
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For these dues I've paid.
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But the soul I almost sold here
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And the body I've been givin' away.
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Fadin' from the neon nighttime glow here,
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Headin' for the light of day,
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Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home.
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I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin'
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On that old white line between my heart and home.
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Sick of spendin' Sundays wishin' they were Mondays,
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Sittin' in a park alone.
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So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me
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Any lovin' way but wrong.
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Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's
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Goin' Home.
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Just the other side on nowhere, goin' home
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Just The Other Side Of Nowhere
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| Kris Kristofferson |
