| I’m on a road, on a highway
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| Gonna black and blue it’s my way
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| Have a word with you tell me something good
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| Always looking for a way out
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| You know I wanna break out
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| Of concrete boots
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| I’ll be walkin' to hell for sure
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| Take you to a place you know so well
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| Gonna go back to our roots and throw it all away
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| I’ve been hiding this pain for all my life
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| Gonna start all over again
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| I’ll be walkin' to hell for sure
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| I’ll be walkin' to hell for sure
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| I want you back in my arms
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| The stone and the blood, now it’s gone
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| I don’t remember what we had
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| But it made me feel alive
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| I’m on a road, on a highway
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| Gonna black and blue it’s my way
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| You know I want to break out
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| We are getting old but we don’t ever age
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| We just live our lives, there’s no time to waste
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| Find the shortest line from the center of the world
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| Gonna start all over again
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| I want you back in my arms
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| The stone and the blood, now it’s gone
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| I don’t remember what we had
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| But it made me feel alive
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| Tell me if you’re on the road that leads us to the end
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| I’ve been hiding this pain for all my life
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| Find the shortest line from the center of the world |