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Angeline slipped out the door an hour before dawn |
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The folks in town would never know what she was running from |
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I was waiting for her up at |
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Exit 41 She didn't know where |
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I was going |
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She just knew where she had been |
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I took her up to |
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Burmingham where she knew she had a friend |
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A little shaken up |
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But her tears were dry by then |
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I see people come and go |
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Each on a different path |
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Some chasing new beginnings |
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Some running from their past |
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Me, I just keep rollin' on |
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While others fade away |
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Mile after mile |
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Day after day |
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I am the highway |
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I've seen flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road |
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Tied to little wooden crosses |
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For those who didn't make it home |
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Some folks breaking down |
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Some getting where they want to go |
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I see people come and go |
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Each on a different path |
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Some chasing new beginnings |
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Some running from their past |
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Me, I just keep rollin' on |
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While others fade away |
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Mile after mile |
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Day after day |
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I am the highway |
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I am the highway |
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I have no beginning |
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And I don't have an end |
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You might turn around |
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But there's no going back again |
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So the trick is to enjoy the ride |
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And learn from where you've been |
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Stretching out to the horizon |
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As time just fades away |
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Mile after mile |
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Day after day |
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I am the highway |
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I am the highway |
