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Mar 2015
You won't miss me when I'm gone.
In fact, you probably won't even know.
We never did get along--
so why should you notice if I go?

I've got my mind made up,
my bags all packed.
I've got some money in my pocket
and a full tank of gas.

I'll be leaving come daybreak.
I'll spare you the goodbye.
I wouldn't mind getting lost,
so I'll leave the map and just drive.

All I wanted was an excuse to stay;
All I got were reasons to leave.
So I'm getting out of this place
to find somewhere better for me.
Cheyenne
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Cheyenne
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   Winn and SPT
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