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I pull over for a feedbag, i thought of you,
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it wasn't bad you had direction and drive
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and you arrived at closing time
       D5                    B5
to find they wiped down the bar
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and they built you a bed laid your head to rest
             B5   A5       G5
and left you try to true again
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you maybe proud then as it was always wish
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for thought i would imagine you off
              G5        A5
maybe i could see you again
             D5               B5
we could sit down and have a moment
           D5            B5
and talk about your suicide
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and i would put away your death
             B5  A5         G5
if you could put away the dope
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and all our enemies,
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well there's no time for you to know them
G5           A5
any crooked mind disease
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but hopeless fools they will be missing you
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G5 G5 G5 G5 G5 G5  B5 B5 B5  A5
G5 G5 G5 G5  A5 A5 A5

                 D5        B5
I pulled over for nostalgia
             G5    D5        A5
i thought of suffering the joke
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no one delivered the punchline
      G5          A5
no resolution is here
D5                      B5
i couldn't sharpen the view
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and it's still drawn to you waiting
       A5                B5
on the new but then this story
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has no end as we continue driving