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To the east to the east |
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The road beneath my feet |
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To the west to the west |
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I haven't got there yet |
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And to the north to the north |
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Never to be caught |
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To the south to the south |
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My time is running out |
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Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid |
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Of being trapped by circumstance and staying in one place |
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So I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored |
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Somewhere secret somewhere safe |
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And somewhere close to the door |
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Well I've traveled many countries I've washed my feet in many seas |
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I've drunk with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old dc |
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And I've driven across deserts driven by the irony |
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That only being shackled to the the road could ever I be free |
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Chorus |
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To the east to the east |
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The road beneath my feet |
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To the west to the west |
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I haven't got there yet |
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And to the north to the north |
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Never to be caught |
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To the south to the south |
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My time is running out |
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I've felt old before my time but now I keep the age away |
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By burning up the miles and yeah by filling up my days |
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And the nights a thousand nights I've played |
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And a thousand more to go |
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Before I take a breath and steal myself |
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For the next one thousand shows |
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Chorus |
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To the east to the east |
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The road beneath my feet |
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To the west to the west |
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I haven't got there yet |
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And to the north to the north |
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Never to be caught |
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To the south to the south |
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My time is running out |
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Yes so saddle up your horses now and keep your powder dry |
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Cause the truth is you won't be here long |
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Yeah soon your going to die |
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To the heart, to the heart there's no time for you to waste |
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You wont find your precious answers now by staying in one place |
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Yeah by giving up the chase |
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Chorus |
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To the east to the east |
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The road beneath my feet |
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To the west to the west |
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I haven't got there yet |
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And to the north to the north |
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Never to be caught |
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To the south to the south |
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My time is running out |
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To the south to the south |
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My time is running out |
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To the south to the south |
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My time is running out |
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I face the horizon everywhere I go |
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I face the horizon the horizon is my home |
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I face the horizon everywhere I go |
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I face the horizon the horizon is my home |
