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Sitting in a transit all night long |
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Playing clubs and rocking right on |
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The road's much too long since I've been wasting my time |
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Wish I was home again sipping my wine |
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care |
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'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care |
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It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again |
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L.A. to London is a mighty long time |
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Eight hours flying can bring you down |
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Sitting near a suit who's a red-neck going |
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His eyes are moving but there's no life showing |
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care |
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'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care |
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It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again |
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Now that I'm home again |
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Things sure much better |
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Biding my time with my little go-getter |
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No matter what they say |
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No matter what they do |
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Gonna end up in the middle of that rock 'n' roll stew |
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And I'll be gone, gone, gone, I don't care |
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'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care |
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It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again |
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Gone, gone, gone |
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Gone, gone, gone |
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Gone, gone, gone |
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Gone, gone, gone |
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Gone, gone, gone |
