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Where did you come from |
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what do you want from me |
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hit that snare drum |
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kick the ground running |
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whose are these feelings coming over me |
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don't you call me |
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When I'm on the road, road, road, road, road |
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when I'm on the road, when I'm on the road |
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You don't need me |
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that's pure fantasy |
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may be delightful |
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but also frightful |
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I live freely |
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almost completely |
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so don't you want me |
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When I'm about to go, go, go, go, go |
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when I'm about to go, when I'm about to go |
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The cushion is warm by your side |
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twilight speaks from your eyes |
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tracing the corners of our mind |
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what can I leave here behind |
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Before I go, go, go, go, go |
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gonna hit the road, gonna hit the road |
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I'm no heiress |
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he could care less |
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my hair's a mess and |
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I'm not embarrassed |
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the one I live for |
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the man I adore |
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and keeps me comin back for more |
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He's the road, road, road, road,.road |
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We could be safer combined |
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oh how our feelings don't lie |
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escaping the corners of my mind |
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so more of you can stay inside |
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With me on the road, road, road, road, road |
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gonna hit the road, gonna hit the road |
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on and on it goes, gonna hit the road |
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on and on I go |
