Seven Hours till the moon sleeps
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I Lose my mind as I drive away
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Your Cigerettes are in the back seat
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I cant bring myself to throw away
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All of the film in the camera that took
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all the pictures of the imagages in my mind
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So I'll drive a straight line
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Right across the state line
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Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
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Then you wont have to feel torn
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Pass the churches filled with guilted faith
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They send there hangovers from last night
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Wont do me any good to pray, cause even god knows
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that you were right
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And I was wrong and yeah it kills me
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that my kid will never know me, with another man by his side
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So I'll drive a straight line
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When I cross the state line
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Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
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Then you wont have to feel torn
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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So I'll drive a straight line
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When I cross the state line
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Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
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So I'll drive a straight line
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When I cross the state line
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Out on to the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
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You wont have to feel torn
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Have to feel torn
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Thinking of you with my last breathe
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Stale Line
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| Butch Walker |
