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I stumbled out of bed
I got ready for the struggle I smoked a cigarette And I tightened up my gut I said this can't be me Must be my double And I can't forget, I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember what I'm burning up the road I'm heading down to Phoenix I got this old address Of someone that I knew It was high and fine and free Ah, you should have seen us And I can't forget, I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember who I'll be there today With a big bouquet of cactus I got this rig that runs on memories And I promise, cross my heart, They'll never catch us But if they do, just tell them it was me Yeah I loved you all my life And that's how I want to end it The summer's almost gone The winter's tuning up Yeah, the summer's gone But a lot goes on forever And I can't forget, I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember what
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