| Picking 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 Ann and I’ll be damned if I recall her face
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| She left me not knowing 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 morning 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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| Turning back the pages to the times I love best
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| I wonder if she’ll ever do the same
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| Now the thing that I call living is just being satisfied
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| With knowing I got no one left to blame
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| Carefree highway, got to see you my old flame
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| Carefree highway, you seen better days
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| The morning 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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| Searching 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 trying to get free
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| From the good old faithful feeling 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 morning 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, got to see you my old flame
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| Carefree highway, you seen better days
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| The morning after blues from my head down to my shoes
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| Carefree Highway, let me slip away, slip away on you |