| It could just be me but there’s a phoniness about
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| The magic and the mystery of 3 A. M
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| Pondering not so much the meaning of life
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| More the miles per lonely hour before a coffee stop again
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights
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| No one here to guide me through the darkest hour
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| Just lines on the road like days in a year
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| Trains of thought run alongside, remote in the dark
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| You’ve gotta keep alert to stop I’m getting too near
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights
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| And then it hits me, or rather, I hit it
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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| Asleep on the motorway
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| Trying hard to believe it’s just one of those nights |