| Boots on the breeze
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| As I drive through the night
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| Radio’s on
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| Blasting out my favorite song
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| Rolling down the highway
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| And I watch the lights go by
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| So now I’m on my own
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| And now I’m on the run
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| I never had a problem
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| To get used to being alone
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| I was born with headstrong and
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| That’s why I was on the road
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| When you walked out on me
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| A part of me died
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| Now I’m trying to clear my head
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| Behind this traffic wheel
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| It’s hard to understand
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| How can I keep it together
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| Finally buried alive
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| I’m losing this game they call love
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| I’m always one step behind
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| I’m losing this game they call love
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| I’m losing this game they call love
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| Sun’s coming up
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| I pull outside this roadside bar
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| Smoke the night’s last cigarette
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| And watch the new sun rise
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| I think about the days gone by
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| And try to read between the lines
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| I never knew what strings to pull
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| And now I’ve paid the price
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| So hard to understand
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| How can I keep it together
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| Finally buried alive
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| I’m losing this game they call love
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| I’m always one step behind
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| I’m losing this game they call love
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| And now I find myself
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| Just wandering aimlessly
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| It’s hard to understand
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| How losing you can hurt so bad
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| You made my heart turn into stone
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| How could I have been so blind
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| This is how I made my bed
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| I swear to God
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| I lie in it
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| And I’m finally buried alive
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| I’m losing this game they call love
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| I’m always one step behind
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| I’m losing this game they call love
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| I’m losing this game they call love |