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Just three miles from the rest stop
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And she slams on the breaks
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She said I tried to be but I'm not
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And could you please collect your things
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I don't wanna be cold
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I don't wanna be cruel
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But I gotta find more
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Than what's happening with you
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If you'd - open up the door
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She said - while you were sleeping
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I was listening to the radio
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And wondering what you're dreaming when
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It came to mind that I didn't care
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So I thought - hell if it's over
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I had better end it quick
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Or I could lose my nerve
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Are you listening - can you hear me
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Have you forgotten
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Just three miles from the rest stop
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And my mouth's too dry to rage
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The light was shining from the radio
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I could barely see her face
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But she knew all the words that I never had said
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She knew the crumpled-up promise of this
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Broken down man - and as I opened up the door
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rest stop
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| matchbox twenty |
