| That Johnny Cash poster, hangin' on the wall
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| That black and white one, where he’s flippin' you off
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| And that fist-sized hole it’s hidin',
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| in between the studs behind it, I put that there
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| That black mark in the driveway, on the way out to the road
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| That dashboard Jesus, bobbin' as she goes
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| That desperate in the prayer, she’s prayin',
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| that heart full of lonely kinda feelin', I put that there
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| That hundred miles of highway, between her and me
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| That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
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| That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
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| Like so many reasons she don’t love me no more
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| That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, I put that there
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| That pawn shop tag on a quarter-carat ring
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| That cover-up tattoo, over her name
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| That fist full of golden rings,
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| that hole where my heart used to be, I put that there
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| Oh, that hundred miles of highway, between her and me
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| That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
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| That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
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| Like so many reasons she don’t love me no more
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| That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, yeah, I put that there
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| Yeah, that hundred miles of highway, between her and me
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| That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
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| That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
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| Like so many reasons she don’t love me no more
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| That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, yeah, I put that there
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| Oh, I put that there |