| Lonely sunshine, days come easy,
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| Spend my time alone at rest,
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| And if I were the last to leave here,
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| Now would these roads be any less?
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| Oh, I’m the last to leave.
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| Now would these ribbon highway roads
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| Be less wonderful to me?
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| Why must I always be so slow?
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| Many friends come and go,
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| You know there’s a lot of feelings that I’ve left behind,
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| And it’s a lonely world, I know,
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| When your friends are hard to find.
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| But take the time, my memory fails,
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| And soak my eyes in the morning rain,
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| Like a sailor, sailing over Jordan,
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| On the road back home again.
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| Oh, I’m the last to leave.
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| Would these ribbon highway roads
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| Be less wonderful to me?
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| Why must I always be so slow? |