| California coastlines
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| With its never-ending sunshine
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| And its Anita’s breeze
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| Sounds so good to me
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| I might head out to the Rockies
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| Got an old friend there from college
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| We stay up all night
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| And talk about old times
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| Well I couldn’t make him love me
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| And so the story ends
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| Say a bittersweet good bye
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| And turn these wheels into the wind
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| Highway
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| You don’t know where you’re going
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| You’re just rollin' from sea to sea
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| Highway
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| You don’t know about love
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| I guess you could say
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| You’re a lot like me
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| Highway
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| If you feel the need to slow down
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| We can search out any small town
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| Hear the church bells chime
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| While we have the time
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| Then it’s back to painted white line
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| Chasing daylight in the nighttime
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| Looking up ahead and trying to forget
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| But my heart has got to move on
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| This much I know is true
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| I don’t have a destination?
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| I’ll leave that up to you
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| Highway
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| You don’t know where you’re going
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| You’re just rollin' from sea to sea
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| Highway
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| You don’t know about love
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| I guess you could say
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| You’re a lot like me
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| Highway
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| But my heart has got to move on |
| This much I know is true
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| I don’t have a destination
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| I’ll leave that up to you
|
| Highway
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| You don’t know where you’re going
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| You’re just rollin' from sea to sea
|
| Highway
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| You don’t know about love
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| I guess you could say
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| You’re a lot like me
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| Highway |