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You got a dent in your fender from a mailbox in '09
A coffee stain on the seat that's older than my best lines
You never judged my singin', or the tears I couldn't hide
You were my four-wheeled therapist on every lonely ride.
So, thank you, truck, for never gettin' stuck
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