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On the radio, there's a song that's playing and I swear I wrote |
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and in every single wording it's true. |
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All hand don't let go, just for a warn tires on an open road |
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and I new song every mile road to |
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yeah it's just what I do. |
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Chorus: |
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I'm a rider, across the green I know |
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at horizon, don't need to get no closer |
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let the wheels keep rolling, 'cause wherever I go |
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cross the blue, cross the sky, |
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I know I.. I'm finally home. |
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Back when I was young |
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I thought my life was raised to be one |
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so I ran and I ran like a man with his eye on the prise. |
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I was all about the next best thing till I figure it out |
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now I don't, I don't have to arrive to be satisfied |
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Chorus: |
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I'm a rider, across the green I know |
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at horizon, don't need to get no closer |
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let the wheel keep rolling, 'cause wherever I go |
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cross the blue, cross the sky, |
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I know I.. I'm finally home. |
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If life is a highway I broke down somewhere |
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between everything's here that I should have been there |
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after all these years I can finally see |
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smacked the..in the middles |
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made this not such a bad place to be, |
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not for me. |
| [2 x Chorus:] |
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Finally hoome. |
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I'm finally hooome, |
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I'm home. |
