| With the twilight colors falling
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| And the evening laying shadows
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| Hidden memories come stealing from my mind
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| As I feel my own heart beating out
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| The simple joy of living I wonder how I ever was that kind
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| But the wild road I was rambling
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| Was always out there calling
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| And they said a hundred times I should have died
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| But now my present miracle Is that you’re here beside me So, I believe they were roads that I was meant to ride
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| Like a soldier getting over the war
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| Like a young man getting over his crazy days
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| Like a bandit getting over his lawless ways
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| Every day is better than before
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| I’m like a soldier getting over the war
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| There were nights I don’t remember
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| And there’s pain that I’ve forgotten
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| Other things I choose not to recall
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| There are faces that come to me In my darkest secret memory
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| Faces that I wish would not come back at all
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| In my dreams parade of lovers
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| From the other times and places
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| There’s not one that matters now, no matter who
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| I’m just thankful for the journey
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| And that I’ve survived the battles
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| And that my spoils of victory are you |