| Chasing thunder, chasing lightning too
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| You never wondered what they thought of you
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| You know you can’t outrun the great unknown
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| May you find yourself a blazing highway home
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| Somewhere the high cliffs, somewhere the waves hit white
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| The wind in it’s mischief, the palace of rainbows
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| I will be here watching you though you may feel alone
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| While you find yourself a blazing highway home
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| I try to sleep
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| Searching the darkness for something
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| Your soul to keep
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| Here I am sleeping with nothing
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| Still St. Peter, you don’t want to wait
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| Throw it in gear and roll on through those gates
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| And know no matter where your soul may roam
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| That you’ll find yourself a blazing highway home
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| I try to sleep
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| Searching the darkness for something
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| Your soul to keep
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| Here I am sleeping with nothing
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| And may the angel sing you country songs
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| Your mama sang you back when days were long
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| More beautiful than anything you’ve known
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| While you find yourself a blazing highway home
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| I try to sleep
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| Searching the darkness for something
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| Your soul to keep
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| Here I am sleeping with nothing |