Two packs a day and a smoker's cough
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She told me quit and I flipped her off
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Everybody thinks they know whats best for me
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They're all too blind to see that I walk alone
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A squealin tires and a door slam
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She's drunk again, I don't give a damn
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Everybody's got their own cross to bear
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Stop acting like I should care, cause I don't condone
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Now it's judgement day, I got the devil to pay
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And I'm riding shotgun down a burning highway tonight
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I'm searching for a state of execution
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Maybe just an ounce of absolution to make things right
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And if I'm high, I'm elevated
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I'm not worn, I'm a little faded but I'm not gone
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And if I had it my way, I'd find me another day to say
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I'm moving on
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I kicked the hinge right off the door
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Shattered glass across the floor
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An old syringe and a bag of pills
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That's where she finds her thrills
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But I think she's lost
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And I don't have any regrets
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But I'm not finished yet
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Bloodshot eyes and whiskey breath
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Some things are worse than death
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But I hate the cost
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[Chorus]
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Watch me--I'm moving on...
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[Chorus]
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Moving On
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Casey Donahew Band |