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I went down to the highway |
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That runs between love and pride |
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And I tried to get sideways |
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Across the great divide |
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But my mind's eye's on the key ring |
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Crying in misery |
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'Cause it won't spend one more evening |
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Staring back at me |
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It might be by choice or a small inner voice, I can't say |
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When you add up the cost, we all have a cross |
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How do you write off the loss? |
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Where do I go from here? |
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How do I find my way? |
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When is it loud and clear |
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That there's no turning back, no looking back? |
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Where do I go from here? |
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Nobody gets away |
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It's a new kind of fix for the poor and the rich |
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You never know what's coming next at the turning point |
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The rules are unwritten |
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Nobody knows the deal |
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Where have I been driven |
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Are demons behind the wheel? |
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Yeah, I know my days are numbered |
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We're only flesh and bone |
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And I've been left to wonder |
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How it went so wrong |
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Is it all tailor made, can the sinner be saved, I can't say |
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So don't hang your hat on the knife in my back |
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'Cause nobody treats me like that |
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Where do I go from here? |
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How do I find my way? |
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When is it loud and clear |
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That there's no turning back, no looking back? |
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Where do I go from here? |
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Nobody gets away |
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It's a new kind of fix for the poor and the rich |
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You never know what's coming next at the turning point |
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Where do I go from here? |
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How do I find my way? |
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When is it loud and clear |
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That there's no turning back, no looking back? |
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Where do I go from here? |
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Nobody gets away |
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When is it loud and clear |
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That there's no turning back, no looking back? |
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Where do I go from here? |
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Nobody gets away |
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It's a new kind of fix for the poor and the rich |
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You never know what's coming next at the turning point |
