maybe one day you'll get a chance to leave this town
i left the key under the mat
on the floor is a note and an ashtray full of butts
empty beer bottles with a little swill
maybe it was just another night were i was high and you were hurt
some old country song by someone who died in a hotel is on
or maybe it was a caddilac?
they all sound the same to me
even if it is more true than the sound of my voice
sundays are left for the ones who truly feel sorry for what theyve done
beds dont feel the same to me
the floor fits my head just fine
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