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Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream |
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I wonder how the old folks are tonight |
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Her name was |
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Ann and I'll be damned if |
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I recall her face |
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She left me not knowin' what to do |
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Carefree highway, let me slip away on you |
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Carefree highway, you seen better days |
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The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes |
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Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you |
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Turnin' back the pages to the times |
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I love best |
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I wonder if she'll ever do the same |
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Now the thing that |
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I call livin' is just being satisfied |
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With knowin' |
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I got no one left to blame |
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Carefree highway, |
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I got to see you my old flame |
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Carefree highway, you seen better days |
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The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes |
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Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you |
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Searchin' through the fragments of my dream shattered sleep |
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I wonder if the years have closed her mind |
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I guess it must be wanderlust or tryin' to get free |
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From the good old faithful feelin' we once knew |
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Carefree highway, let me slip away on you |
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Carefree highway, you seen better days |
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The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes |
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Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you |
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Let me slip away on you |
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Carefree highway, |
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I got to see you my old flame |
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Carefree highway, you seen better days |
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The mornin' after blues from my head down to my shoes |
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Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you |
