| Counting the lines on a highway road
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| A mile one by one
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| Flying through the midnight rain
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| Like a bullet from a gun
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| I lay down but I can’t sleep
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| 'Cause I still feel the band
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| Still on a high from the crowd in the lights
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| With a cold one in my hand
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| Singing
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| Here I go, down this road
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| Another town, another state
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| All I want, is to sing my songs
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| Hearing that crowd, keeps me going
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| Guitars are rocking, wheels are rolling
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| I step up, the lights go down
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| I hear that first chord ring
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| It’s where I go to lose myself
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| Forget about everything
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| It’s my home away from home
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| Hanging with my friends
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| It’s a crazy life, but every night
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| I get to do it again and again and again
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| Here I go, down this road
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| Another town, another state
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| All I want, is to sing my songs
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| Hearing that crowd, keeps me going
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| Guitars are rocking, wheels are rolling
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| Yeah
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| Ooh yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Here I go, down this road
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| Another town, another state
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| All I want, is to sing my songs
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| Hearing that crowd, keeps me going
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| Guitars are rocking, wheels are rolling
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| Here I go
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| On down this road
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| Yeah and don’t you know
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| Hearing that crowd say
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| Go, go |