| The road, the road is a killer
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| Backed up by devious men
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| The road, the road is a killer
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| But you’ll always go back again
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| Twenty percent of my money
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| It’s twenty percent of my soul
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| You got to understand baby
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| I live, I don’t play this rock’n’roll
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| Out on the road, on the road
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| Twisted, wicked highway
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| Long and lonesome road
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| You walk on stage and you’re blinded
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| Losing you way in the night
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| Sixty thousand people are waiting
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| So you do a crazy dance in the light
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| In the morning you’re back on the highway
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| Looking for that pot of gold
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| You started out so young and strongand eage
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| Oh well, now you’re lonely and you’re cold
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| The road, the road is a killer
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| It sneaks up at you from behind
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| It makes you a slave in the long run
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| It takes your body, soul and your mind
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| Sometimes I wonder how it all began
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| Sometimes I see myself given up for dead
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| I got to get back on the highway
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| And find my dream
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| Long long and winding
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| It will make you breakdown and scream |