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Driving rain, narrow shoulder |
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Break down lane, marching forward |
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Gone where |
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I do not know |
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One eye on the open road |
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Stepping out in the great unknown with a highway halo |
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Shaky faith, |
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Lily Kimball |
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Patron saint, traveling minstrel |
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Let her dusty wings unfold |
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Forgive her bad luck soul |
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Put her in a purple robe and a highway halo |
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Passing train sound like silver |
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Broken chain shine like gold |
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Fortunes just a painted stone |
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Gone where them hobos roam |
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Crown king of a jungle thrown with a highway halo |
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Gone where it suits my soul |
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Can't you hear my big wheels roll? |
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You can light up the darkest road |
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With a beam of eternal glow |
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With a highway, with a highway, with a highway halo |
