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