last night hit the net
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woke up in a sweat
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same scene different dream sudden ending
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grabbed a pillow and covered my head
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kicked the phone off the side of the bed
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tried to sing but the damn thing kept on ringing
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i know
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i'll go to mexico
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someplace nothing changes
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maybe i'll call on the phone
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maybe i'll write you a letter
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that's what i meant when i said goodbye
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backed the shovelhead out of the shed
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hit the interstate hard heading left
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the street below is water flowing undertow
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there's a song that i'd rather forget
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but i don't think i've shaken it yet
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as soon as i do
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i'm gonna write us another one
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i know
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i'll go to mexico
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someplace nothing changes
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maybe i'll call on the phone
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maybe i'll write you a letter
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that's what i meant when i said goodbye
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i know
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i'll go to mexico
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someplace nothing changes
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maybe i'll call on the phone
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maybe i'll write you a letter
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maybe i'll die maybe i'll learn how to fly
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that's what i meant when i said
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Undertow
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