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I spent time in a truck stop, time pouring coffee |
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I was wearing my hair long, I was loving an angry man |
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I wore too much eyeliner |
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I spent time in a new town, playing covers for tips |
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I spent my birthday this year in Ohio in a Day's Inn hotel |
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It's all in who you are and where you've been |
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That gets into your bones that get under your skin |
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It's not just the memories you take from them |
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That gets into your bones than get written on your heart |
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That gets under your skin |
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I spent time on Lake Michigan, we were drinking in high school |
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We were restless and waiting, restless and wanting |
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For something to break |
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And time and another I was watching it wither |
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I was holding my hands out, holding my hands up |
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Holding it together |
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There have been people and partings |
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And those things that you should have seen coming |
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There have been memories and moments |
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And those faces you can't forget |
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I lay back with my baby, we were lit up like lanterns |
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We were rolling like laughter, rolling like thunder |
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Rolling around in your arms |
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It's a strange adventure, this whole getting older |
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There is so much to measure, so much to treasure |
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So much to grieve |
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And there is a girl at the counter and she's pouring me coffee |
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She's wearing her hair long, she's got too much eyeliner |
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Like I used to wear |
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She 's pouring me coffee, she's got to much eyeliner |
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Like I used to wear |
