| Here I am in this old town
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| Still dreamin' of the open road
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| I’ve been here for far too long
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| There’s so much more than this, I know
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| It’s been years since I’ve been gone
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| I miss the way it feels to roam
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| This urge that’s grown inside my heart
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| To pack my bags and hit the road
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| I’m dreamin' of the road again
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| Set free in the wind
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| Feels like we’ve found home again
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| On the road that’s grown within
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| We will fill the tank and make our way
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| Down windy tracks and beaten roads
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| We’ll drive away from this old town
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| And find a place we’ve never known
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| With the summer sun over open plains
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| With the windows down, we’ll drive along
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| And our hearts will grow as our troubles fade away
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| I’m dreamin' of the road again
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| Set free in the wind
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| Feels like we’ve found home again
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| On the road that’s grown within
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh
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| I’m dreamin' of the road again
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| Set free in the wind
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| Feels like we’ve found home again
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| On the road that’s grown within |