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Off the road, somewhere |
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I don't know |
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Soon with you, it's gonna blow |
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In your car for hours and days |
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Weeks and months, windows rolled down |
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Pass small cities and big ones too |
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I brought one promise, not one for you |
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We drive fast, sunsets low |
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Wanna reach the sun before |
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I get oldDeserts and fields and the pine trees |
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Music my father played me |
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I was a child just like now |
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I never once thought that feeling could die |
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Those days came and went |
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Then you get taken by life by accident |
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And you wake up somewhere in the shade |
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Overloaded by what you made yourself |
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Have to get the things, the ring, a man, a wing |
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And smile when you don't win |
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And I say off the road, somewhere |
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I don't know |
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Just as long as |
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I feel it blow |
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Deserts and fields and the pine trees |
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Music my father played me |
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When I was a child just like now |
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I never once thought that feeling could die |
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That feeling could die |
