| Safe on
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| The interstate
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| New York
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| Is three thousand miles away
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| And I’m not looking forward to following through
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| But it’s better than always running back into you
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| I’ve closed my eyes and my bank account
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| And gone west, young man
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| Take off
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| The parking brake
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| Go coasting
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| Into a different state
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| And I’m not looking forward to missing you
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| But I must have something better to do
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| I’ve got to tear my life apart
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| And go west, young man
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| And it feels like I’ve got something to prove
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| But in some ways it’s just something to do
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| My friend’s turn me around and say
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| You go west, young man
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| Stepping
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| Down off my platform shoes
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| Sixty-
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| Nine in the afternoon
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| And I’m waiting for someone in the know
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| Like Pirnir tells me on the radio
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| Says take it from someone who’s been there before
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| You go west, young man
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| And I’m looking for somebody to do
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| My thinking for me 'till I come through
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| The state-line highway sign says
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| You have gone west, young man
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| And it feels like I’ve got something to prove
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| But in some ways it’s just something to do
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| The state-line highway sign says
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| You have gone west, young man |