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Introducción:
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1.I'm rolling out of Bakersfield
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My own private hell on wheels
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But this time I'm gone for good
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And I've never gone this far before
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Beyond the slamming of the back screen door
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But you never love me like you should
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C.And there ain't no telling what I'll find
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But I might as well move down the line
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There's no comfort here in your zip code
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I'd rather break down on the highway
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With no one to share my load
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And cry on the shoulder of the road
2.It makes me feel a little low