| Standing on a hilltop, wishing on a quick star
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| Enemies all around me
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| Got to make a rest stop, wonder where my friends are
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| It’s about time they found me
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| I’m caught in the middle of a shooting war
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| And I can’t ever gather what I’m fighting for
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| And I hate to imagine what they’ve got in store
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| Somebody put the heat on me
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| Who could it be?
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| Stranded by the seaside, waiting out the high tide
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| Taking a short vacation
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| Wading through the hot crowd, laughing at 'em out loud
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| Crying in desperation
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| I’m caught in the current and I’m going down
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| And I ain’t got a will and I’m about to drown
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| And I hope they can forward all my bag to town
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| Somebody’s out to blow my mind
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| They’re doing fine
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| All I need is some time to myself
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| And a place in the country
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| Waiting by the highway, people going my way
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| Making like they ignore me
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| Running from the rat race, smiling with a false face
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| Searching the road before me
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| I’m hot on the trail of something I can’t find
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| And I can’t pay my ticket and I’m running blind
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| And I think I discovered I’ve been left behind
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| Somebody wants to use my name
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| It’s a shame — ain’t it a shame
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| All I need is some time to escape
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| And a place in the country |