| We’ve been riding up mountains
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| Turning corners in our lives
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| We would have taken any buses headed for Telluride
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| But we stopped in the desert in the middle of the night and looked to the stars
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| from the old roadsides
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| You look at me and said ‘look at the moon, take it in it will be gone soon'
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| I’m taking more risks now
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| I’m stepping out of line
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| I put up my fists now until I get what’s mine
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| It should have been you but it was anyone you see I never miss my chance to run
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| I will go anywhere with you
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| I will go when you ask me to
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| How will I live without you?
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| How will I live?
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| Well I wrote you a letter, posted out of central L.A.
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| Now if you ever come through here won’t you come take me away
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| It could have been you but it was anyone you see I never miss my chance to run
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| And I would go anywhere with you
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| I will go when you ask me to
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| How can I live without you?
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| How can I live?
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| I’m going back East where I belong
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| Where I belong
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| But how will I live without you?
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| How can I live?
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| How can I live without you?
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| How can I live? |