| I used up your compassion
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| So I’ve come to make a trade
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| You can hate me but just love me in return
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| And if I know where to find you
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| I’ll stay out of your way
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| I won’t come beg to borrow all the happiness you’ve earned
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| I’ll just slide back down to the bottom
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| While you make your place in the hills
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| Washed under the blacktop
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| Gone beneath my wheels
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| Claro que si
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| They say the sun won’t burn forever
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| But that’s a science too exact
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| I can prove it, watch, we’re crossing the state line
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| See those headlights coming towards us
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| That’s someone going back
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| To a town they said they’d never, yeah, they swore it on their life
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| But you can’t break out of a circle
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| That you never knew you were in
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| Washed under the blacktop
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| Gone beneath my wheels
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| Some would spend their precious time
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| Trying to decorate their lives
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| Taking measurements for some new look they want
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| So from one to ten, ten’s exactly what I am
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| Zero being everything I’m not
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| Tell me what you like
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| Is it less than five
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| Is it less than five
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| When I make it to Moab
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| I’ll get my canteen filled
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal
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| Washed under the blacktop
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| Gone beneath my wheels
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| There’s nothing that the road cannot heal |