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Now and then it keeps you running |
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It never seems to die |
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The trial's spent with fear |
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Not enough living on the outside |
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Never seem to get far enough |
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Staying in between the lines |
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Hold on what you can |
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Waiting for the end not knowing when |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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Trying to make it far enough |
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To the next time zone |
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Few and far between past the midnight hour |
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Never feel alone, you're really not alone |
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Switching it over to A.M. |
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Searching for a truer sound |
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Can't recall the call letters |
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Steel guitar and settle down |
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Catching an all night station |
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Somewhere in Louisiana |
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It sounds like 1963 |
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But for now it sounds like heaven |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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May the wind take your troubles away |
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May the wind take your troubles away |