| The road is breaking my heart
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| And I can barely breathe
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| One of us here is bound to stay
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| And the other, bound to leave
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| The road is breaking my heart
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| So is on the move
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| How can it be so involuntary and always the thing that I choose?
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| Always the thing that I choose
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| The road is breaking my heart
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| And it’s no wonder why
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| And I will let it kill me
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| Before I let it see me cry
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| The road is breaking my heart
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| With a vision of us remains
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| Somewhere further down the road we’re rich, or changing tires in the rain
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| You have a child and you’re bound to want more
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| I cannot provide
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| I can’t be the man that you want
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| In a house where I don’t reside
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| In a town where I don’t reside
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| The road is breaking my heart
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| And it’s no wonder why
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| But I will let it kill me
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| Before I let it see me cry
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| Before I let it see me cry
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| The road is breaking my heart
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| As I pass through the state line
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| The fields are bled of everything
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| It’s so beautiful, stark, and unkind
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| I know roads change and things march along
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| And if we can’t meet at its end
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| If thinking of you is the best I can do
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| Then I’ll go there time and again
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| Yeah, I’ll go there time and again
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| The road is breaking my heart
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| And it’s no wonder why
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| But I will let it kill me
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| Before I let it see me cry
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| The road is breaking my heart
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| But isn’t it breaking them all?
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| The travel must be worth the trip
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| Before we sputter, and stammer, and fall
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| Before we sputter, and stammer, and fall
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| La da da da da de day
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| La da de da da da de day
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| La da de da da da de day
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| La da de dayyyy
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| La da da dayyy mmmmm |