| Long trip,
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| dull strip,
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| Seems to go nowhere
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| Long day,
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| wrong way,
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| Never getting there
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| No more get-up-and-go,
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| Internal drive is low
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| It’s just like filling up
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| The adrenaline gets you spinning when, U
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| Turn
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| Toll road,
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| been told,
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| There’s a price to pay
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| Keep straight or deviate?
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| S.O.S… Mayday
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| Decision is the key,
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| It’s just like STP
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| 'Cause every drop you add
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| Gives you extra kick
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| down that yellow-brick,
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| U Turn
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| So when you’re fellin' low,
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| You need to undergo
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| A simple change of heart
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| Put some latitude in your attitude
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| Don’t be concerned with yesterday
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| You’ve got to make a beeline for tomorrow
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| Your heart will surely find the way
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| You’ll learn to undo the heart burning when U,
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| Turn
|
| So when you’re fellin' low,
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| You need to undergo
|
| A simple change of heart
|
| Put some latitude in your attitude
|
| Don’t be concerned with yesterday
|
| You’ve got to make a beeline for tomorrow
|
| Your heart will surely find the way
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| You’ll learn to undo the heart burning when U,
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| U Turn |