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The road, the road is a killer |
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Backed up by devious men |
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The road, the road is a killer |
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But you'll always go back again |
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Twenty percent of my money |
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It's twenty percent of my soul |
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You got to understand baby |
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I live, I don't play this rock'n'roll |
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Out on the road, on the road |
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Twisted, wicked highway |
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Long and lonesome road |
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You walk on stage and you're blinded |
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Losing you way in the night |
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Sixty thousand people are waiting |
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so you do a crazy dance in the light |
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In the morning you're back on the highway |
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Looking for that pot of gold |
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You started out so young and strongand eage |
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Oh well, now you're lonely and you're cold |
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The road, the road is a killer |
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It sneaks up at you from behind |
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It makes you a slave in the long run |
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It takes your body, soul and your mind |
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Sometimes I wonder how it all began |
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Sometimes I see myself given up for dead |
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I got to get back on the highway |
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And find my dream |
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Long long and winding |
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It will make you breakdown and scream |