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(Bruce Springsteen) |
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You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take |
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You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks |
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Out on through an open road you ride until the day |
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You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay. |
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Now with their hands held high |
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They reached out for the open skies |
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And then with their last breath |
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They built the roads they would ride to their deaths. |
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Driving on through the night unable to break away |
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From the restless pull of the price you pay |
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Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay |
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You can't walk away from the price you pay. |
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Now they've come so far |
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And they've waited so long |
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Just to end up caught in a dream |
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Where everything goes wrong. |
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Where the dark of night holds back the light of the day |
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And you gotta stand and fight for the price you pay |
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Oh the price you pay, oh, the price you pay |
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You can't walk away from the price you pay. |
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--- Instrumental --- |
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Little girl down on the strand |
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With that pretty little baby in your hands |
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Do you remember the story |
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Of the Promised Land. |
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How he crossed the desert sands |
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And could not enter the Chosen Land |
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On the banks of the river he stayed |
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To face the price you pay. |
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So let the games start |
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You better run you little wild heart |
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You can run through all the nights |
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and all the days. |
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But just across the county line a stranger passin' through put up a sign |
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That counts so many fallen away to the price you pay |
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Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay |
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You can't walk away from the price you pay. |
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Oh, the price you pay... |
