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As I ride on these rails |
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That's my life, lane away my sight ride |
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On this song enchanted wild hood |
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Bad beat dawns and belly dust in my eyes |
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And only God knows I can drive |
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But I don't make the rules |
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I'm still burning bridges for fuel. |
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From the ashes almost fires |
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There'll be heat and there'll be work to be done |
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There'll be moon stars sitting laminating |
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My layin' rails for my daughters and sons. |
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And only God knows I can drive |
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But I don't make the rules |
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I'm still burning bridges for fuel. |
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You got to lose to need it, |
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You got to hurt to feel it |
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That is .. |
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You gotta face to moaning, |
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You gotta hear the one hand |
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that will catch yourself to .. |
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before it's all gone. |
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So I write in the heat on this rails |
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That's my life and I'm doing it slow |
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'Cause too moon and too a .. |
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With the .. it's not the right thing to do. |
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And only God knows I can drive |
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But I don't make the rules |
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I'm still burning bridges for fuel. |
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For fuel |
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For fuel |
