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Another week in the drivers seat |
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With your feet up on the dashboard |
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Rain it kept a steady beat |
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As I watch you dream of |
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Houston How you're never going back |
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Yes sir thats a fact |
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As you wave your cowboy hat |
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And sang the |
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Yellow Rose of |
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Texas Just trying to make high ground |
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Has kept us on the run |
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There's no crime in toeing the line |
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Because vultures are.(?)..on us baby |
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And we're gunna walk in the sun |
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I might dream about |
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Houston But |
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Houston don't dream about me |
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If I can keep it between the lines |
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Who knows what will be (?) and motel light |
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Day old coffee dollar post cards |
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State troopers flashing lights |
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As we listen to the thunder |
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As we talk about our past |
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So we see our coming future |
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You tell me you know love can last |
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While staring out the window |
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Just lookin' for |
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A place to hide |
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A place to ease our minds |
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A place away from yesterday |
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Close to tomorrow |
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Away from the sorrows |
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Of living other people's time |
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I might dream about houston |
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But houston don't dream about me |
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If I can keep it btwn the lines |
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Who knows what will be |
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How long how long |
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Til we feel a change |
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How long how long |
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Will the skies be gray |
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How long how long |
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Will it be this way |
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How long how long |
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Will she stay? |
