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Mar 2012
Now here I am, driving west, trying to outrun the setting sun,
trying to forget that leaving you was the last thing I should’ve done.
Should’ve turned around right there, right then, and run back to your embrace,
but I had to go, I had to leave, I think I’ve got big dreams to chase.
Maria Hale
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Maria Hale
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