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The road has so many turnings |
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That it's hard to make a choice |
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To run ahead... or to follow |
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And in the meddle of the jouney |
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I can hear a voice... crying low |
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What's your name boy? |
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What's your name boy? |
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So I looked around every corner |
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And I stoped (?) every turn |
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I saw no reason... to question |
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And out there in the distance |
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A man held out his hand |
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Pointing (?)... To the highway |
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That's where you've got to be boy |
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To be free boy |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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See where you came from |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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See who you are |
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The time is lost and the (?) is won |
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Now I'm going... on the highway |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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See where you came from |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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Turn you head around... |
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See who you are |
