Sure we got our troubles, sometimes they get severe

We found a way to make those little things just disappear

We don’t talk about it, and you don’t want to see

Just what we might be hiding in the box beneath your feet

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You don’t even want to know what we’re going to leave behind

Buried by the open road for somebody else to find

Maybe it’s something shiny, maybe it’s something sweet

Maybe it’s somebody that nobody’s going to meet

There ain’t no point in talking, maybe it won’t be found

You forget about it once it’s underneath the ground

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Gotta keep it moving, before the sun can rise

Tempe to Barstow, there’s a lot of things we need to hide

So don’t you start a-talking, just keep this in your head

Three folks can keep a secret if the other two are dead

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