 Seven hours till the moon sleeps
I lose my mind as I drive away
Your cigarettes are in the back seat
I can't bring myself to throw away
All of the film from the camera that took
All the pictures of the images in my mind
So I'll drive a straight line, right across the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
Then you won't have to feel torn
Pass the churches filled with guilted faith
They send there hangovers from last night
It won't do me any good to pray
'Cause even God knows that you were right
And I was wrong, oh, yeah, it kills me
My kid will never know me with another man by his side
So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
You won't have to feel torn
So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
You won't have to feel torn, have to feel torn
Thinking of you with my last breath
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