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come on baby, let's take a ride |
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and we might make it by morning light |
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the sun is bright and bold and bray |
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my car is a stone that gently weighs |
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so jersey lays like a sight never seen |
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and no waking ghost got news for me, well |
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you're damned if you're wrong |
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and you're damned if you're right |
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you might make it there by christmas night |
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and damned if this world ain't wide enough for your game |
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cause my way, is that the way home? |
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and they tried to do their best to carry on |
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you run a comb all through your hair |
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and stolen road signs will never stare |
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they're damned if they're right |
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and they're damned if they're wrong, they don't mind |
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so dance in the doldrums of each new day |
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dance in the doldrums of common pay |
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dance in the doldrums that keep you from this divide |
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cause my way, is that the way home? |
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and they tried to do their best to carry on |
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cause my way, is that the way home? |
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and they tried to do their best to carry on |
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all the peninsula lays in the light |
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it makes a maze for the coming night |
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listen to the radio as you drive on |
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we don't care where we are |
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we don't care if we arrive soon |
