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Maria, you're still wild and restless |
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And I can just see ya ridin' in a rodeo |
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You might even make it down to Texas |
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Or you might head out west to New Mexico |
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So pack up all of your belongings |
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A pick-up will take you where you wanna go |
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You can ride out when you hear mountains calling |
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Out to Canada or the canyons of Colorado |
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New York City was always your home |
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But in your heart you know you were born to roam |
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And you're gonna leave as soon as you get the money |
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After you sell everything you own |
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Maria, is loneliness a virtue |
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Or does it steal you blind and leave you split apart |
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Maria, can you give me an answer |
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Are the songs we sing worth the broken heart |
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The highway has always been your lover |
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And someday you may know his name |
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Wherever you stay it wouldn't really matter |
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'Cause all those cities start to look the same |
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Some folks will try to take your heart away |
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And just when you think you've really got it made |
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You wake up and find madness in the morning |
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But damn the pain and damn those restless days |
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Damn the pain and damn those restless days |