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Farrar |
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Now and then it keeps you running |
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It never seems to die |
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The trail's spent with fear |
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Not enough living on the outside |
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Never seem to get far enough |
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Staying in between the lines |
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Hold on to what you can |
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Waiting for the end |
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Not knowing when |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone |
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Few and far between past the midnight hour |
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Never feel alone, you're really not alone... |
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Switching it over to AM |
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Searching for a truer sound |
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Can't recall the call letters |
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Steel guitar and settle down |
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Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana |
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It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, |
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May the wind take your troubles away. |