| You finally chased the rest of them away
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| You finally chased the rest of them away
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| You finally chased the rest of them away
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| You finally chased the rest of them away
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| And the weak ones were the ones that stayed
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| And the place they held before you came
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| Changed, but they acted just the same
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| And the names that carried so much faith
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| Drained your tired mind
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| And the best one stayed behind
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| Watching out for open road
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| Counting all the miles till home
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| And it seems that you leaned on the wrong guy
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| And it hurt the place you held
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| You held within your heart
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| It got erased and where it was has now gone dark
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| So you left, you left without a trace
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| And you never, no, you never, no, you never
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| No, you never came back
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| Till the last ones forgot your name
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| Don’t change your mind tonight
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| Caught along the open road
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| Counting all the miles till home
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| It seems you dreamed on the wrong sky
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| You gave your last request to a firing line
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| And you said, it doesn’t matter what you do, babe
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| You always feel it chasin' you
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| And it blocks the sun from the sky
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| You just wish you had more time
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| You say you never win, I say that’s a lie
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| You have four messages. |
| First message:
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| «Blake, you got my fucking studio keys, I can’t lock the door, so call me back.»
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| Maybe you’ll be good to me
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| Maybe you’ll be good to me
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| Maybe you’ll be good to me
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| And I won’t have to worry about me no more
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| No, I won’t have to worry no more
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| And that has a nice ring, don’t you think?
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| Tell |