i woke up in new york city
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from my sleep behind the wheel
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caught a train to Poughkeepsie
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and time stood still
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she wrote me a letter from san diego
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to qualify her luck
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these flights connect through arizona
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but i think i'll stay stuck
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so here i am
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here i am
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well i woke up in a car
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i traced away the fog
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so i could see the mississippi on her knees
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i've never been so lost
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i've never felt so much at home
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please write my folks and throw away my keys
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i woke up in a car
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i woke up in a car
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i met a girl who kept tattoos for homes
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that she had loved
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if i were her i'd paint my body
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until all my skin was gone
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she wrote me a letter as we passed through rockford
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she said she won't forget
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maybe i do maybe i don't
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but i know i haven't yet
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so here i am
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here i am
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well i woke up in a car
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i traced away the fog
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so i could see the mississippi on her knees
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i've never been so lost
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i've never felt so much at home
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please write my folks and throw away my keys
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i woke up in a car
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i woke up in a car
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and maybe i could live forever
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if not ever i had known
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that you'd be waiting here whenever i am all alone
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but here i am
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well i woke up in a car
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i traced away the fog
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so i could see the mississippi on her knees
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i've never been so lost
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i've never felt so much at home
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please write my folks and throw away my keys
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well i woke up in a car
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i traced away the fog
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so i could see the mississippi on her knees
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i've never been so lost
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i've never felt so much at home
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please write my folks and throw away my keys
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i woke up in a car
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i woke up in a car
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i woke up in a car
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I Woke Up In A Car
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