| At 4am a 5 piece band
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| Gets REM in a Chevrolet van running late
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| So we’re sleeping on the interstate
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| We’re a left lane friend, threadin' the cars
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| Passing 'em like satellites and stars
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| We pull away, sleeping on the interstate
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| That white line stretchin' like a yellow brick road
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| We chase it down hurry up, we never go slow
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| Gas in the tank, music in the soul
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Connecting map dots like poets and prisoners
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| Trying to live more like a lover than sinner
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| Slaves to dreams so far away
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| So we’re sleeping on the interstate
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| Freedom is the fuel making 8 wheels roll
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| We close our eyes and think about home
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| So it’s okay, sleeping on the interstate
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| There’s me in the back in a 6 foot bunk
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| Gettin' used to the rocks of the road is tough
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| But I’ll find a way, sleeping on the interstate
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| That white line stretchin' like a yellow brick road
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| We chase it down hurry up, we never go slow
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| Gas in the tank, music in the soul
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Connecting map dots like poets and prisoners
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| Trying to live more like a lover than sinner
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| Slaves to dreams so far away
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| So we’re sleeping on the interstate
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| I’m breathing in the miles, I’m reeling in the years
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| I’m taking some in stride and some in tears
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| That white line stretchin' like a yellow brick road
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| We chase it down hurry up, we never go slow
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| Gas in the tank, music in the soul
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Connecting map dots like poets and prisoners
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| Trying to live more like a lover than sinner
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| Slaves to dreams so far away
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| So we’re sleeping on the interstate
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| We’re sleeping on the interstate
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| Sleeping on the interstate |