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13.27 miles later  I'm laying in my driveway  trying to count the stars  I'm doing god a favor  In hope you wont seem as far   I want to go home    300 miles away 
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago. Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me All damn night and all damn day as she cries. I’ve got to agree; she never used to Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.
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