| Maria, you’re still wild and restless
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| And I can just see ya ridin' in a rodeo
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| You might even make it down to Texas
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| Or you might head out west to New Mexico
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| So pack up all of your belongings
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| A pick-up will take you where you wanna go
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| You can ride out when you hear mountains calling
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| Out to Canada or the canyons of Colorado
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| New York City was always your home
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| But in your heart you know you were born to roam
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| And you’re gonna leave as soon as you get the money
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| After you sell everything you own
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| Maria, is loneliness a virtue?
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| Or does it steal you blind and leave you split apart?
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| Maria, can you give me an answer?
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| Are the songs we sing worth a broken heart?
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| The highway has always been your lover
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| And someday you may know his name
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| Wherever you stay, it wouldn’t really matter
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| 'Cause all those cities start to look the same
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| Some folks will try to take your heart away
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| And just when you think you’ve really got it made
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| You wake up and find madness in the morning
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| But damn the pain and damn those restless days
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| Damn the pain and damn those restless days |