| What’s the temperature darling? |
| 100 and more
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| The horses pawing out the dust, but it’s Wilton by the door
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| But you pour your strongest coffee and I’ll take back of the wheel
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| We’ll drive straight down the river road, spread a blanket on the hill
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| What’s the temperature darling? |
| I don’t stare into the past
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| There was nothing that we could change or fix, it was never gonna last
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| Now don’t stare into those photos, don’t memorize my eyes
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| We’re just a mile or two from Memphis in the rhythm of our minds
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| A mile or two from Memphis
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| And I must go away
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| I tore up all the highways
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| Now there’s nothing left to say
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| A mile or two from Memphis
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| And I finally made it home
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| There were days you paced the kitchen, there were nights that felt like jail
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| When the phone rang in the dead of night you’d always throw my veil
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| No, you never touched the whiskey and you never took the pills
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| I traveled for a million miles while you were standing still
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| What’s the temperature darling as the daylight fades way?
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| I’ll make one last rehearsal with one foot in the grave
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| We kept the house on all the corners, we kept the polished bass guitar
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| We kept the tickets and the wheels of tape to remember who we are
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| A mile or two from Memphis
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| And I must go away
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| I tore up all the highways
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| A mile or two from Memphis
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| And I finally made it home
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| What’s the temperature darling? |