| When I look at you, boy
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| I can see the road that lies ahead
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| I can see the love and the sorrow
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| Bright fields of joy
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| Dark nights awake in a stormy bed
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| I want to go with you, but I can’t follow
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| So keep to the old roads
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| Keep to the old roads
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| And you’ll find your way
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| Your first kiss, your first crush
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| The first time you know you’re not enough
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| The first time there’s no one there to hold you
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| The first time you pack it all up
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| And drive alone across america
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| Please remember the words that I told you
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| Keep to the old roads
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| Keep to the old roads
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| And you’ll find your way
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| You’ll find your way
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| If love is what you’re looking for
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| The old roads lead to an open door
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| And you’ll find your way
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| You’ll find your way
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| Back home
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| And I know you’ll be scared when you take up that cross
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| And I know it’ll hurt, 'cause I know what it costs
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| And I love you so much and it’s so hard to watch
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| But you’re gonna grow up and you’re gonna get lost
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| Just go back, go back
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| Go back, go back to the ancient paths
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| Lash your heart to the ancient mast
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| And hold on, boy, whatever you do
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| To the hope that’s taken hold of you
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| And you’ll find your way
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| You’ll find your way
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| If love is what you’re looking for
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| The old roads lead to an open door
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| And you’ll find your way
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| You’ll find your way
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| Back home |