| I’ve been crawling through the trenches
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| In the jungle fighting these wars
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| And now I’m out in the streets with the children
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| And the dogs dodging cars
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| I’m like a highway
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| And she’s like a pathway
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| We go our own ways
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| Hitchin' wagons to stars
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| Hanging out in the corners
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| In the shadows of the neighborhood bar
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| Just trying to drown out the memories
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| Of this crazy old heart
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| I’m like a freighttrain
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| And she’s like a slow rain
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| We bear our own pain
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| Hitchin' wagons to stars
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| I’m like a highway
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| And she’s like a pathway
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| I’m like a freighttrain
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| And she’s like a slow rain
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| I like the night life
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| And she likes the day life
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| I’m like a highway
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| And she’s like a pathway |