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With my free hand |
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I'll flag it down |
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This oncoming day |
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I'll hitch a ride far from this town |
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And be on my way |
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In this world of beginners |
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Singled out their faces unknown |
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These saints and these sinners |
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Agendas of their own |
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All traveling alone |
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From the dreams at hand there's no divorce |
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In sickness and in health |
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It's a fever that must run its course |
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Before you are well |
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For worse or for better |
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Whichever way the wind may blow |
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We're in this together |
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With hang-ups of our own |
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We're traveling alone |
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For worse or for better |
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We've set out on that road |
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It's one on one |
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You and your soul |
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And nobody else |
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Just look around this train is full |
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Of folks who keep to themselves |
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These faces in windows |
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Heading out for places unknown |
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Though lives intermingle |
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Our thoughts are left to roam |
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All traveling alone |
