| The skies were pure and the fields were green
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| And the sun was brighter than it’s ever been
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| When I grew up with my best friend Kenny
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| We were close as any brothers than you ever knew
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| It was always summer and the future called
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| We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
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| And there was so much left to dream
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| And so much time to make it real
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| But I can still recall the sting of all
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| The tears when he was gone
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| They said he crashed and burned I know I’ll never learn
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| Why any boy should die so young
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| We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune
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| We got in trouble but we sure got around
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| There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
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| I think he’s right behind me now and he’s gaining ground
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| But it was long ago and it was far away,
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| Oh God it seems so very far
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| And if life is just a highway,
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| Then the soul is just a car
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And when the sun descended and the night arose
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| I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
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| He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
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| And corroded by failure and envy and hate
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| There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
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| Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
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| And my father’s eyes were blank
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| As he hit me again and again and again
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| I know I still believe he’d never let me leave, I had to run away alone
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| So many threats and fears, so many wasted years
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| Before my life became my own
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| And though the nightmares should be over
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| Some of the terrors are still intact
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| I’ll hear that ugly coarse and violent voice
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| And then he grabs me from behind
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| And then he pulls me back
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| But it was long ago and it was far away,
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| Oh God it seems so very far
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| And if life is just a highway,
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| Then the soul is just a car
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| There was a beauty living on the edge of town
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| And she always put the top up and the hammer down
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| And she taught me everything I’ll ever know
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| About the mystery and the muscle of love
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| The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
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| I’m in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo
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| And the signs along the highway all said,
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| Caution! |
| Kids At Play!
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| Those were the rights of spring and we did everything
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| There was salvation every night
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| We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
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| But everything we tried was right
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| She used her body just like a bandage,
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| She used my body just like a wound
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| I’ll probably never know where she disappeared
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| But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
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| Just like an angel rising up from a tomb
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| But it was long ago and it was far away,
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| Oh God it seems so very far
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| And if life is just a highway,
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| Then the soul is just a car
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| And objects in the rear view mirror
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| May appear closer than they are
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| She used her body just like a bandage,
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| She used my body just like a wound
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| I’ll never know where she disappeared
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| But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now |