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I'm never going back to jackson I couldn't bear to show my face I nearly killed you with my drinking wouldn't be caught dead in that place lonely highway, only friend you've got me to keep you warm again lonely highway, don't you cry let me hold you in my arms tonight and as I hurtle down the highway past the factories and the graves I think of all the years I wasted I think of all the years I've saved From Letras Mania