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On the road |
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It gets so lonely |
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Far away from home |
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Every night I cry myself to sleep |
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I cry a river of tears |
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And I lie in this bed |
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And wish that you were here. |
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9 AM, there's a call on the phone |
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My agent says "I know you're not alone. |
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Kick the girl out, son, |
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There's a car outside |
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To take you to the airport." |
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12 PM, I'm on the plane |
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The stewardess smiles, |
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'Cause I remembered her name |
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She asked, "Where're you going?" |
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And I told her: |
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"Honey, you should know that it's all the same." |
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The suit to my left, he gets all riled, |
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He says: "You're lucky that your life is wild." |
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And I said: "Hey Man, |
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That's just what it's like being on the road." |
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It gets so lonely |
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Far away from home |
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Every night I cry myself to sleep |
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I cry a river of tears |
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And I lie in this bed |
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And wish that you were here. |
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4 PM, I'm at the club |
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Checking sound in a dingy pub |
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Then it's back to the room |
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Where I drink some wine |
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And take a nap in the tub |
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12 AM, I hit the stage |
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The place is packed |
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And they're on a rage |
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I finish up with a lovesong, |
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Standing in the middle of a rain of thongs |
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Curtains closed and I hit backstage |
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I said "You better not be underaged!" |
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To the girl on my lap while |
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Everyone's taking their tops off |
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Everyone's taking their tops off |
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On the road |
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It gets so lonely |
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Far away from home |
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Every night I cry myself to sleep |
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I cry a river of tears |
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And I lie in this bed |
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And wish that you were here. |
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Naked girls throw themself at you |
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And you do things you never thought you'd do |
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All the champagne that you can drink |
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Man, it stinks, I tell you, it sucks |
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Being on the road. |
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4 AM, There's a knock on the door |
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The afterparty is in the room next door |
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Willie tells me that |
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Hank drank all of the beer, |
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But they're bringing more. |
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That's about when I hear the scream, |
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It's the girls from the pagan bikini team |
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They're undressed to kill |
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I hear they're rabid fans |
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And they aim to please |
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Johnny says that the party's wild, |
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I say "I'll be there in a while. |
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As soon as I finish writing |
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This stupid postcard, |
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Writing some girl this postcard." |
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On the road |
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It gets so lonely |
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Far away from home |
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Every night I cry myself to sleep |
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I cry a river of tears |
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And I lie - lie - lie - lie -lie - |
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Lie - lie - lie - lie - lie - lie |
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On the road. |
