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Sunset in my mirror, pedal on the floor |
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Bound for New York City and I won't be back no more |
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Won't be back no more, boys, won't see me around |
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Goodbye, Guitar Town |
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Ghosts out on the highway, voices on the wind |
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Telling me we may never pass this way again |
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Voices on the highway, angels beckoning |
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Like a long lost friend |
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Fare thee well, I'm bound to roam |
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This ain't never been my home |
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Stranger in my mirror, lines around my eyes |
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String around my finger, but I don't remember why |
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Don't remember why, boys, don't remember how |
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Goodbye, Guitar Town |
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Fare thee well, I'm bound to roam |
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This ain't never been my home |
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Blue dog on my floorboard, redhead by my side |
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Cross the mighty Hudson River to the New York City side |
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Redhead by my side, boys, sweetest thing I've found |
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Goodbye, Guitar Town |
