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Highway glimmered with morning dew |
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Reflected the rain in your eyes |
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The trees pass by like |
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Van Gogh's brush |
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What were you leavin' behind? |
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Frosted shine like broken glass |
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The canyon comes into view |
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The road is worn, all cracked and torn |
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From the others that came before |
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It ain't over, ain't it good to be alive |
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It ain't over, close your eyes and drive |
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I knew it all and never had my doubts |
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The truth couldn't be farther away |
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But I hit bottom and didn't bounce |
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And found out |
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I had nothin to say |
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Are we running towards? |
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Are we running from? |
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Maybe not running at all |
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I just know when we least expect it |
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Some things are just destined to fall |
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It ain't over, ain't it good to be alive |
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It ain't over, close your eyes and drive |
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I saw you standing in the crowd |
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Showbox Saturday night |
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Seven summers have passed since then |
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Are the stars still shining as bright? |
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Moving village of your space time world |
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The iron fist is far behind you |
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Levitation in a whiskey swirl |
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Never even got to the show |
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It ain't over, ain't it good to be alive |
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It ain't over, close your eyes and drive |
