| Ventura Highway is rolling and winding
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| Wherever I may be
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| Ventura highway is calling out my name
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| Calling me home to the sea
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| Maybe I’m lonely, maybe I’m only
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| Learning what lonely means
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| Somebody told me, the road would come show me
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| If I fell on times like these
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| Well I’m not running away from the real world today
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| I’m just running away to my own
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| Maybe I’ll disappear
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| 'Cause out here I don’t feel so alone, oh
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| Ventura Highway, I think I’ve decided
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| Your journey’s a lot like me
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| Lost in the best way and restless like LA
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| Travelling and remaining free
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| And I’m not running away just to make an escape
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| And I’m not running away for too long
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| Maybe I’ll disappear
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| 'Cause out here I can hear a new song
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| Ventura Highway, you always remind me
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| To follow the wild, blue breeze
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| California to guide me, yeah, that’s where you’ll find me
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| Just drifting like the wind in the trees
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| And I’m not running away from the voice of reason
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| I’m just running away from the noise
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| Maybe I’ll disappear
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| 'Cause out here at least I’ve got a choice
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| Ventura Highway, if I had it my way
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| We’d be the best of friends
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| 'Cause the story we’re writing is oftly inviting
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| And I’m off to find out how it ends |