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I wake in the morning with one thing on my mind |
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To get up on my feet and be on my way |
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The wide roads are calling and |
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I'm running out of time |
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To make the most of this exciting day |
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Hey! Everybody's gotta end up somewhere |
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I'm just taking my time to get there |
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And it looks like freedom and it smells like fun |
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But it feels like being on the run |
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I wake in the morning with one thing in my head |
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The haunting sound of chords |
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I've yet to play |
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It sounds like a warning that maybe |
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I should stay in bed |
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Before these winding roads lead my astray |
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Hey! Everybody's gotta end up somewhere |
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I'm just taking my time to get there |
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And it looks like freedom and it smells like fun |
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But it feels like being on the run |
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Somewhere there's a place for us, a place for us |
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Where? There's a place for us... |
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Everybody's gotta end up somewhere |
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I'm just taking my time to get there |
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And it looks like freedom and it smells like fun |
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But it feels like being on the run |
