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Gotta be something down this highway, |
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Something familiar, someone I know, |
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I'm sick and tired of doing it my way, |
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I need something sacred, and somewhere slow. |
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Looking for the same up on every mountain, |
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Down on every beach. |
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Playing all my songs all the way from Woodstock, |
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Down to New Orleans, |
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And I'm still looking, oh I'm looking, |
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Looking for a day of peace. |
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Sometimes death comes like a blessing, |
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And sometimes big dreams can kill a man. |
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I've seen dirty needles turn into wisdom, |
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And I've seen love I don't understand. |
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Been looking for the same up on every mountain, |
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And down on every beach. |
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Playing all my songs all the way from Woodstock, |
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Down to New Orleans, |
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But I'm still looking, oh I'm looking, |
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Looking for a day of peace. |
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Been looking for the same up on every mountain, |
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And down on every beach. |
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Been playing all my songs all the way from Woodstock, |
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Down to New Orleans, |
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But I'm still looking, oh I'm looking, |
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Looking for a day of peace. |
