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It's too dark |
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to put the keys |
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in my ignition, |
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And the mornin' sun is yet |
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to climb my hood ornament. |
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But before too long I might |
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see those flashing red lights |
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Look out, mama, |
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'cause I'm comin' home tonight. |
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Think I'll |
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roll another number |
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for the road, |
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I feel able to get under any load. |
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Though my feet |
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aren't on the ground, |
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I been standin' on the sound |
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Of some open-hearted people |
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goin' down. |
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I'm not goin' back |
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to Woodstock for a while, |
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Though I long to hear |
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that lonesome hippie girl smile. |
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I'm a million miles away |
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from that helicopter day |
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No, I don't believe |
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I'll be goin' back that way. |
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Think I'll |
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roll another number |
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for the road, |
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I feel able to get under any load. |
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Though my feet |
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aren't on the ground, |
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I've been standin' on the sound |
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Of some open-hearted people |
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goin' down. |
