“I wanna go home, but I'm sick
There's more whiskey than blood in my veins
More tar than air in my lungs
The strung out call I make
Burned down on the edge of the highway
"I'm sorry for asking, but please, come take me home”
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“Maybe it's all gonna turn out all right. And I know that it's not, but I have to believe…”
“And when I tell you that it is Oh, it's not for my benefit Maybe it's all gonna turn out…”
“So I just said nothing, nothing, nothing Sat and watched you drive away”
“Give me everything good, and I'll throw it away”