| Pour a shot in my cup of coffee
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| Take a shower and wash the weekend off me
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| Call the boss and let him know that I’ll be under the weather, forever
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| I can’t afford a big vacation
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| But I know where there’s a greyhound station
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| Sometimes I sit and watch people coming and going
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| Not know when and what would take
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| My heart to get on a bus, yeah
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| 615 to Arizona, 805 to Oklahoma
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| If there’s a red-eye to California, take me there
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| I just know I’m getting out
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| Headed east, west, north or south
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| And anywhere’s better, anywhere’s better
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| I could pay some bills this month
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| I could take this hundred bucks
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| Head on to the driveway and see how far it’d take me, or maybe
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| I could try to find my way or stay here and die someday
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| Never really knowing what’s out on the horizon, I’m tryin'
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| Tryin' to find myself, before I bid farewell
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| 615 to Arizona, 805 to Oklahoma
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| If there’s a red-eye to Minnesota, take me there
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| I just know I’m getting out
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| Headed east, west, north or south
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| And anywhere’s better, anywhere’s better
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| When nothing ever changes
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| All we do is turn the pages
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| Happy endings just don’t write themselves
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| Yeah, yeah
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| 615 to Arizona, 805 to Oklahoma
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| If there’s a red-eye, if there’s a red-eye, take me there
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| I just know I’m getting out
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| Headed east, west, north or south
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| And anywhere’s better, anywhere’s better
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| Than here, yeah yeah
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| Than here, yeah yeah
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| Than here, yeah yeah |