Carried my suitcase, across the highway
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nobody stopped. I don't blame them
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In my pocket, a cigarette and coupons
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I thought my future woulda been different
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I'm headed down.
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Got to Cheyenne, met an honest man
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eyes like honeycomb, down the streets we roamed
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he said, "You can't stay here, it's best to keep moving.
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This town is haunted, this place is jaded. It's going down."
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Woke up in a seat belt. Headed for the next town
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Keep foolin myself, shame can't cross state lines
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the truth about me, I don't wanna know,
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what the truth about me is, I wouldn't like what I was hearing,
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but don't let it get me down.
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Down The Open Road
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| Meg & Dia |
