| The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair
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| My chair leans back and rests on the wall
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| And the wall runs the length of my room to the door
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| The door reaches down to the sidewalk
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| And sidewalk leads to the edge of the street
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| The street takes you out to the old highway
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| The highway ends at the countyline bridge
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| The bridge takes you up to the interstate
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| The interstate rolls on beyond my horizon
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| Where miles tend to turn into days
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| Finally runs into high road that winds through the city
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| That took you away
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| And it reaches the sidewalk that kisses a wall
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| And the wall rises up to the 33rd floor
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| The floor feels you step to the balcony rail
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| From the rail you look out on the interstate
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| The interstate rolls on beyond the horizon
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| A highway of dreams come and gone
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| Always leads the roads that connect you
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| To the fool that keeps holding on
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| The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair
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| Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah |