| Lord, I miss the highway
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| Running against the wind
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| Blessed are the stoned
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| And all the places they’ve been
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| Shadow of a man at home
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| Beating a dead horse
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| Home too long
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| Cross to bear
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| Methods of the past mold the future
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| You can’t fall short as you get older
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| Being run aground is being trapped
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| Seized up, kept
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| Wear the chains you forged in life
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| Link by link by link
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| Wear the chains you forged in life
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| Link by link by link
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| I’ve been sober
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| Thirteen days and seven nights
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| I know, next time, I’ll get it right
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| You tried to make me stay
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| I said, «No way»
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| Grabbed my bag
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| And hit the highway
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| Echoes in the dark
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| New faces bring the sun
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| Comfort the disturbed
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| Always think the worst
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| You live and die by your own decisions
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| You live and die by your own religion
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| Being run aground is being trapped
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| Seized up, kept
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| Wear the chains you forged in life
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| Link by link by link
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| Wear the chains you forged in life
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| Link by link by link
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| I’ve been sober
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| Thirteen days and seven nights
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| I know, next time, I’ll get it right
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| You tried to make me stay
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| I said, «No way»
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| Grabbed my bag
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| And hit the highway
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| I’ve been sober
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| Thirteen days and seven nights
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| I know, next time, I’ll get it right
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| You tried to make me stay
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| I said, «No way»
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| Grabbed my bag
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| And hit the highway
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| Sobriety suits you so well
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| It suits you so well, it suits you so well
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| It suits you so well, it suits you so well
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| So well?!
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| (It suits you so well, it suits you so well)
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| (It suits you so well, it suits you so well)
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| (It suits you so well, it suits you so well)
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| (It suits you so well, it suits you so well) |