I spend all my waking hours in here
I daydream with my head hung low
I ain't buying what you're selling to me
And I ain't listening to her no more
But I ain't told that woman about Houston
I ain't messin' round on the road
She caught me lying and I think I heard her crying
She won't let me come back home
I ain't changing I suppose I'm running away
Always hiding from my family
They're always saying 'Son you're on your own'
But I don't need no one protecting me
But I ain't told my mother about Austin
I ain't messing round with no more dope
I wrote lying I think I heard her crying
She won't let me come back home
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