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driving down the road |
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in a foreign town |
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and the streets and the sun |
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making my head go round |
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one eye in the mirror |
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for the sleeping low |
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and I'm driving down the road |
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with my foot on the floor |
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well it seems like I've |
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been running for a week |
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and I hardly know my name |
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I can't stand the heat |
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running under cover |
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I'm running alone |
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and I'm running from the mess |
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that I left at home |
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chorus |
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so far away |
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on the longest day |
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so far, so far away |
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on the longest day |
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well I never never wanted |
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to know your name |
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and I never thought |
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I'd see your face again |
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but I'm looking for a bed |
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or a place to sleep |
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for a friend at the end |
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of a dead end street |
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chorus |
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I've been drinking on my own |
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and sleeping in my car |
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and I never knew the road |
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could go so far |
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all the way to heaven |
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it'll turn you cold |
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if your dreams always die |
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by the side of the road |