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Take a look down your highway |
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Tell me what d'you see |
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Well if you're down my way |
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It could well be me |
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Stood on your corner |
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I'm nearly down on one knee |
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Can you hear me calling for you |
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So damn easy to see |
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And it can't be forever |
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And it won't be for long |
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So don't you think that it's better |
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We speak the same tongue |
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Out here in this weather |
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We must surely belong |
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Birds of a feather |
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Whatever the song: |
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Please give me a lift man |
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It can't be for far |
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The way that you shift man |
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In your empty car, |
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I've got the highway blues |
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In my holy (holey, wholly) shoes |
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And I cannot choose |
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What I look like |
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And I got here from yesterday |
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On porridge and bait |
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Swallowing sorrow |
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Following fate |
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Poaching tomorrow |
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From God and the state |
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Of homo his shadow |
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The well known long haired straight |
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But I've got a good reason |
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For being this way |
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I'm happy for certain |
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And hoping to stay |
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Travelling trust |
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Across the new day |
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Gathering dust |
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Down your highway |
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Please give me a lift man... |
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It can't be for far |
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The way that you shift man |
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In your empty car |
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I've got the highway blues |
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In my holy shoes |
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And I cannot choose |
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What I look like |
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Out on the streets |
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Or where my drum beats |
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In between the clean sheets |
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Of my love life |
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And I need little Margaret |
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Out here again |
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Screwing some traffic |
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From the shaven insane |
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With thumbs like a dragnet |
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She pulls like a train |
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And she looks like a magnet; |
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And she comes like a warm rain |
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Please give me a lift man, etc |
