| Somewhere between St. Paul and Sioux City
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| Jake fell asleep at the wheel
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| I woke up to the rumble strips
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| And then it all became so real:
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| That there’s no one at home waiting for me
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| And there’s nothing that I miss at all
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| It may be because of the life that I choose
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| But when you’ve got nothing
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| You’ve got nothing to lose
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| And I wonder what it will be like when I get back home
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| Will my friends still drink in my garage
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| Or will she ever pick up her phone?
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| I don’t want to read the same book again
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| Just hit the gas get on the road and never let this end
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| I’d rather play three chords to three kids
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| Than spend one more day there
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| Complaining about my dead end job not getting me anywhere
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| And it’s more than just a tour, more than just these songs
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| It’s the feeling of know that this is
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| This is everything we’ve got (don't let it go)
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| It’s ten p.m. |
| in Washington and the show just let out
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| I’m in some dirty bathroom stall just trying to cool down
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| Nate’s outside loading the van
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| Smoking a cigarette that he found in a trash can
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| Marco just got kicked for twenty bucks in gas
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| Jake’s at the front door begging for change
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| We’ve got make this money last
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| I’d rather play three chords to three kids
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| Than spend one more day there
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| Complaining about my dead end job not getting me anywhere
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| And it’s more than just a tour
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| More than just these songs
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| It’s the feeling of know that this is
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| This is everything we’ve got
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| And there’s no place that I’d rather be
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| Than stuck in this van with you three
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| Don’t let it go |