| A lone soul traveling down an old dirt road,
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| You got your hand out the window
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| Listening to the radio,
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| That’s where I want to be On an old park bench in the middle of December,
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| Cold, hard rain falling
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| Can’t find no cover
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| That would be alright with me Hard days, good times
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| Blue skies, dark nights,
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| Baby, I want you to take me Wherever you’re going to Baby, say that you’ll save me A seat next to you
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| In the corner booth of a downtown bar
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| With your head on my shoulder,
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| Smokin' on a cheap cigar
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| That would be alright with me In the back of a movie or a crosstown train
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| I wanna hear your voice whispering my name
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| That’s who I want to be Hard days, good times
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| Blue skies, dark nights,
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| Baby, say that you’ll take me Wherever you’re going to Baby, say that you’ll save me A seat next to you
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| Life is like a ferris wheel spinning around,
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| When you get to the top,
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| It’s hard to look down
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| Just hang on, make it through
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| Save me A seat next to you
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| When you get to the gates & the angels sing,
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| Go to that place where the church bells ring,
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| Know I’ll come running, running to find you
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| Baby, say that you’ll take me Wherever you’re going to Baby, I want you to save me A seat next to you,
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| A seat next to you,
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| A seat next to you,
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| A seat next to you…
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