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I was somewhere on the open road, |
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Between the east and the west - |
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It was a no man's land, |
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And rumor says that it was a wilderness. |
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Forty days it took me, forty nights, |
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I've done some wrong, |
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But i've done some right. |
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There's no turning back, |
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'cause the lights are burning up ahead. |
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Lead me to an open road |
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And put me on the freeway. |
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Lead me to an open road |
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And put me on the freeway. |
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I was traveling twice the speed of sound, |
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Down a white line |
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Trying to be in the right place |
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At the right time. |
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You can't stop me making tracks |
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Now i'm on the run, |
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'cause i set my sights on this road i ride |
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It's the only one. |
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Lead me to an open road |
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And put me on the freeway. |
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Lead me to an open road |
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And put me on the freeway. |
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I can read the signs that i left behind |
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Like an open book, |
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And i can't forget the things that you said |
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And the way you looked. |
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I still hold the keys to the memory of the times we've seen, |
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So when i look back, |
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Things are not as black as they might have been. |