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(Trevor Lucas, Roach) |
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Born between a river and a railroad |
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Restlessness has ruled me since I can't remember when |
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There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend |
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So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again |
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There are dreams that I have carried all my lifetime |
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And the dreams have made me a stranger |
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In the eyes of many a man |
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For I do not count the time and my reasons do not rhyme |
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And down the line and on my way, on my way again |
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Oh, rolling along like a shipwrecked sailor |
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Who never finds a home |
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Broken lines and signs of failure |
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Rub me to the bone |
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Well, I'm weary of the company of strangers |
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I'm weary of the city with its heart of hollow stone |
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Something in the wind seems to call me like a friend |
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So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again |
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There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend |
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So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again |
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Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again |
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Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again |
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I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again (x6) |
