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Gonna move out on the highway, make this moment last |
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Til it closes with the future, blending with the past. |
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Rollin' on and doin' fine, what do you think I see? |
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That boney hand comes a beckonin', saying buddy come go with me. |
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That engine just ain't strong enough to get you round the turn |
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Lie on your back in the middle of a field, and watch your body burn. |
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Don't try to tell me just who I am when you don't know yourself |
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Spend half your time running out on the street |
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With your mind home on a shelf. |
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Lookin' at me with your eyes full of fire |
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Like you'd rather be seein' me dead |
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Lying on the floor with a hole in my face |
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And a ten gauge shotgun at my head |
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You can leave me here, but I won't tell |
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Things I know about you and know so well |
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The way you smile at me, try to set me free |
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And keep me wondering what the future will be |
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Rollin' on, won't be long |
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I won't leave here til' I sing this song. |
