| I put the same medal down, on the same metal son
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| The same gravel goodbye high
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| I burn the same bridges up, with the same finger up
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| She got out the driver’s side
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| So I know what never comin' back looks like
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| Looks like she ain’t never comin' back
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| She’s a need you when you’re leaving, me doin' a rod in
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| I don’t know where she’s going
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| But I know a little something 'bout
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| Smokin' up them Goodyears
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| To know that it ain’t lookin' good here for the home crowd
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| Guess you beat me at my own game, think about a two-lane
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| Guess it’s gotta work both ways
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| What goes around, comes around, came around and here I am now
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| On this side of a dust cloud
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| She’s burnin' on in it and my own medicine
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| Tastes more bitter than sweet
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| Her tires are turnin' and the tables are too
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| Never seen a broken heart from this point again
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| She’s a need you when you’re leaving, me doin' a rod in
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| I don’t know where she’s going
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| But I know a little something 'bout
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| Smokin' up them Goodyears
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| To know that it ain’t lookin' good here for the home crowd
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| Guess you beat me at my own game, think about a two-lane
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| Guess it’s gotta work both ways
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| What goes around, comes around, came around and here I am now
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| On this side of a dust cloud
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| So I know what never comin' back looks like
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| Looks like she ain’t ever comin' back
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| Yeah I know what never comin' back looks like
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| Looks like she ain’t ever lookin' back
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| She’s a need you when you’re leaving, me doin' a rod in
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| I don’t know where she’s going
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| But I know a little something 'bout
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| Smokin' up them Goodyears
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| To know that it ain’t lookin' good here for the home crowd
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| Guess you beat me at my own game, think about a two-lane
|
| Guess it’s gotta work both ways
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| What goes around, comes around, came around and here I am now
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| On this side of a dust cloud
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| Goes around, comes around, came around and here I am now
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| On this side of a dust cloud
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| On this side of a dust cloud |