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Smoke fills the dreams of the live gone lonely |
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Wait in line, pay the man you might see |
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John Barleycorn make his way among the dirty diamonds |
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Shared ground and common radar |
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Honky tonks and biker bars |
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Finding worth in this world from inside a rental car |
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Roll on with the dreamers, believers in the steel eyed soul |
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The blessing is counted when the deal goes down |
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So on and on we roll |
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Left to chance or left undone, miles to go chasing the sun |
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The stones we throw always find us on the way down |
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The pace that changes each breaking of light |
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This man made destructive might, they say love conquers all |
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And every |
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Don Quixote must have his day |
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Roll on with the dreamers, believers in the steel eyed soul |
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The blessing is counted when the deal goes down |
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So on and on we roll |
