| We came to a halt in the snow
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| Swerving on the wet slush below
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| Just as well we did 'cos that lorry in front of us
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| Was gonna tip over
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| So we peeled off for a break
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| Though we knew it meant we’d be late
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| But we were alive and it felt pretty good to taste
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| The strawberry milkshake
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| And still we carried on
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| Our entire lives upon
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| The open road
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| Guided on the asphalt by
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| The traffic lines and burger signs
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| 'Til we’re in the motel gone for the night
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| Way out on the north golden coast
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| Just as we were ready to go
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| Bandits broke into the van
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| And took all we had
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| In the city we were stranded
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| And still we
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| Somehow rolled through
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| Onto the next town
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| Always somewhere new
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| I’ve seen mountains pierce the sky
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| Deserts frosted under ice
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| But some days I just miss mum and dad
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| Though I think it makes them happy
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| I finally managed to see
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| The open road
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| 'Til I’ll make quite sure there’s nowhere
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| Left to get to know
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| The open road
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| The open road
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| Will take me home someday |