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Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way |
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Zig-zag patients, vibrating the ancients |
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Handin' out money, the flies makin' honey |
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Beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee |
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Lets don't be, like everyone else |
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With the one trip rooms and the halfway house |
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Big black drums beating the night |
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Running away, that's what I like |
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Seasons are turnin', villages burnin' |
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Convalescents open their presents |
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Wanderin' children, ready and willin' |
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Beggars and lightweights harness the highways |
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Let's don't be like everyone else |
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With the one trip rooms and the halfway house |
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Big black drums beating the night |
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Running away, that's what I like |
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Abandoned coal mine |
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We'll have a good time |
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Red tape rivals |
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Recycling bibles |
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Let's don't be, like everyone else |
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With the one trip rooms and the halfway house |
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Big black drums beating the night |
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Running away, that's what I like |