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Two drifters running free heading for the sun |
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Rolling down a highway to Spain |
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We were almost finished before we had begun |
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And nothing nothing would be the same |
| [00:49.44] |
From Rouen down to Toulouse that old transit saw us well |
| [00:58.41] |
Rolling through the vineyards on the hill |
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Bread and cheese in a sleepy town heading out as the sun went down |
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Counting up the money for a small hotel |
| [01:21.55] |
Down that highway to Spain |
| [01:26.53] |
Strangers to the sun |
| [01:31.35] |
Who knows when we'll be back again |
| [01:37.56] |
On that highway to Spain |
| [01:43.54] |
The race is on again my friend |
| [02:08.16] |
South of Saragossa aiming for Madrid |
| [02:15.15] |
Where mirages danced fandangos on the plain |
| [02:24.38] |
We ran out of money I can't remember just what we did |
| [02:31.79] |
But I recall we got there just the same |
| [02:39.07] |
Down that highway to Spain |
| [02:44.03] |
Strangers to the sun |
| [02:48.72] |
Who knows when we'll be back again |
| [02:56.29] |
On that highway to Spain |
| [03:09.55] |
The race is on again my friend |
