I was born on a slow plain
a snow drift lane driving down
i'm from another town
but i'll come around
the devil always knows
and trouble always knows
where to find me
it's always behind me
your last call was enough
your last hall lost the truck
and the racket from
another forty track day dream
fell at my feet and fell out
and you fell off, but not far enough
she's a diamond, but i ain't buying
i'll be flying out of sight
i'll be saying my goodbyes
i'll be saying my goodbyes
i'll be saying my goodbyes
goodnight.
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