| As soon as the road
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| Follows the hand
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| You’ll arrive at your prize
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| Tucked away to the side
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| From the corner of my eye
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| Some form of life
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| Springs up and hurls ahead
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| I’m just trying to forget
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| Fear looks like a black boar
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| Folding itself underneath
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| The guardrail like a snake
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| I’m just trying to forget
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| I swear that swerve
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| Softened the earth
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| And I emerged unhurt
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| I saw it all moving along
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| Do what allows you to be glad
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| Do what allows you to be glad
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| Fear looks like a black boar
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| Folding itself underneath
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| The guardrail like a snake
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| I saw it all moving along
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| Grasp at the helm
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| I’m just trying to forget
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| Do what allows you to be glad
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| I’m just trying to forget
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| Do what allows you to be glad |