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Red sun settin on the road behind her A hundred miles out of her hometown Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone Listens to it rattle on down Voice as cold as the phone she's holding The connection's way too clear He's yelling where's my dinner She's too far gone to care She says listen here There's a time to stand and the time is now or never A time to fly, time to let go forever A time to grow, and a time to discover Life is precious, every second You've wasted mine and it's my time She puts a few more miles between them He pours a distance of his own

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Martina Mcbride