Six or seven hours ago
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Seemed the only thing to do
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Was head out on the open road
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And find anywhere else I wouldn¡¯t find you
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Through the window of the room
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Neon flashes ¡°vacancy¡±
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Brighter than the quarter moon
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And colder inside than I thought it would be
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With all these miles behind me
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All those reasons why
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Fade into my memory
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This side of goodbye
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This side of goodbye
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Sittin¡¯ on a single bed
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Silent television glows
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I¡¯m looking back and up ahead
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At what it all was and where it all goes
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Oh, why¡¯d we have to drift apart
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A little further every year
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And why¡¯d we take a smile to heart
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Not nearly as deep as any one tear
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With all these miles behind me
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All those reasons why why why
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Fade into my memory
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This side of goodbye
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This side of goodbye
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Reaching out was hard somehow for so long
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But easy now if you were here or just picked up the phone
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With all these miles behind me
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All those reasons why
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Fade into my memory
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This side of goodbye
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This side of goodbye
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This Side Of Goodbye
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