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Fri, 09/26/2014 - 22:57 -- Jgrif

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You sure that man in the mirror is really me

Cause it aint the man I used to see

I've been pushin' that line for a long time

Deciding not to see, choosing to be blind

 

I'ma load my stuff in a pickup truck

Just keep driving till I get stuck

And just leave life in the rear view

Set up camp right where I stop

Build a little cabin with some old logs

Somewhere where the sky's blue

 

I been bustin my butt working double shifts

My burdens to bear are too heavy to lift

Time to quit liven my life for everyone else

Some things I just gotta do all by myself

 

So I'ma load my stuff in a pickup truck

Just keep driving till I get stuck

And just leave life in the rear view

Set up camp right where I stop

Build a little cabin with some old logs

Somewhere where the sky's blue

 

I need to find a way to fix my life

It's about time I start liven' right

If I can't run away I need a do-over

Need some help, a 4 leaf clover

To get me back on my feet

 

Or I'ma load my stuff in a pickup truck

Just keep driving till I get stuck

And just leave life in the rear view

Set up camp right where I stop

Build a little cabin with some old logs

Somewhere where the sky's blue

Oh where is that sky blue?

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