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The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair |
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My chair leans back and rests on the wall |
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And the wall runs the length of my room to the door |
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The door reaches down to the sidewalk |
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And sidewalk leads to the edge of the street |
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The street takes you out to the old highway |
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The highway ends at the countyline bridge |
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The bridge takes you up to the interstate |
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The interstate rolls on beyond my horizon |
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Where miles tend to turn into days |
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Finally runs into high road that winds through the city |
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That took you away |
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And it reaches the sidewalk that kisses a wall |
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And the wall rises up to the 33rd floor |
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The floor feels you step to the balcony rail |
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From the rail you look out on the interstate |
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The interstate rolls on beyond the horizon |
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A highway of dreams come and gone |
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Always leads the roads that connect youto the fool that keeps holding on |
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The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair |
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Aaah Aaah |
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Aaah Aaah |