I left home with nothing but a few tears in my eyes
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Now I'm halfway down the interstate past Highway 99
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It's just me and one good wiper blade up against the rain
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And I still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said
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I could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head
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Those words we said
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No matter how I try I can't get far enough away
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Every sad song on my radio sounds like it's custom made
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By some devil on my shoulder that keeps whispering in my ear
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Those words that wounded like an arrow to the heart
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And keep me drivin', drivin'
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Those Words We Said
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| Trisha Yearwood |
