| We all know the rough piece of history
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| That we like to remain a mystery
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| About lessons learned and ugly words
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| Bridges burned and we can’t return
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| To the house of love in the cloud of dust
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| You can throw the book at all of us
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| It’s clear as mud when you’re young and dumb
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| Can’t outrun, what’s done is done
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| It’s not where you’ve been
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| With stop right here, there’s no way of knowin'
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| It ain’t where you’ve been
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| It’s where you’re goin'
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| Sitting out underneath the old lamp post
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| When you came creeping out of your window
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| We were tempting fate with our late night date
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| Coming round third base heading for home play
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| When the front porch light came screaming on
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| And your daddy 'bout tore the screen door down
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| Saying move along, can’t be wrong
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| Said so long and we get far gone
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| It’s not where you’ve been
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| Keep movin' on when the wind is blowin'
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| It ain’t where you’ve been
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| It’s where you’re goin'
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| Don’t carry your bags to the end of the line
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| Just drop them off and enjoy the ride
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| The road they know, high and low
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| Stone by stone, fast or slow
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| It’s not where you’ve been
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| No lookin' back, there’s no signs of slowin'
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| It ain’t where you’ve been
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| It’s where you’re goin'
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| It’s not where you’ve been
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| With stop right here, there’s no way of knowin'
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| It ain’t where you’ve been
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| It’s where you’re goin'
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| Where you’re goin'
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| Ah yeah |