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"It's 2 AM in my new home, this motel room.
Ash tray full of Lucky Strikes, a half spent case of warm Bud Light.
Countin' regrets, fightin' back tears, retracin' steps, gettin' no where.
Calling your name, it's a waste of my breath.
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed.
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left.
It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette.
Come sunrise, guess I'll check out and ditch this town.
Put a few more miles between us, and keep drivin' till I finally mend my broken trust.
Hangin' my hopes on highway signs.
If I lie here, I'll lose my mind.
Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath.
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed.
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left.
It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette.
I may never know your reasons why, but someday I'm gunna see the good in your goodbye.
Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath.
There's no reachin' you across this empty bed.
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left.
It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette.
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