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Don't wanna know what's written on the last page |
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Let's just leave cause I've grown so tired of this place |
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Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it |
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Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it |
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Let the wind run through my fingers |
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There's a cool breeze coming from the sea |
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I hear the sand under the wheels |
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There's a cool breeze |
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Our eldorado won't stop running, I'm drifting to sleep |
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While you drive me far away we left head over heels |
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Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it |
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Let the wind run through my fingers |
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There's a cool breeze coming from the sea |
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I hear the sand under the wheels |
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There's a cool breeze |
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Oh the road is lonesome |
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Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it |
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We travel light, not more than what fitted in a paperbag |
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Grabbed our boards for a roadtrip in a Cadillac |
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Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it |
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Let the wind run through my fingers |
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There's a cool breeze coming from the sea |
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I hear the sand under the wheels |
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There's a cool breeze coming from the sea |