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Intro : |
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I wake up in the morning with my head up in the clouds, got nowhere to go |
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This feeling deep inside of me tells me tells me I ought to be back on the road. |
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Well it hurt me to no end to see the back of my best friend |
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Guess I'll go and pack my things |
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And I'll get back on the road again |
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Well I've been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces just moving around |
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Living out a suitcase, running in the rat race, doing the rounds |
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Well it took me by surprise to see the sadness in her eyes |
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Guess I'll go and pack my things |
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And get back on the road again |
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Don't you worry, I'll be back someday |
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Ain't no hurry, I've just got time to slip away |
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Guess it's hard to understand why a home loving man wants to get up and go |
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But this feeling deep inside of me tells me tells me I ought to be back on the road. |
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Well I hope she'll realise I'm just another guy |
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Guess I'll go and pack my things |
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And I'll get back on the road again |
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Yes I'll go and pack my things |
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And I'll get back on the road again |
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Go and pack my things |
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And get back on the road again |
