| And in my lonely hour weekend
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| I’m feeling stop, stop the hook
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| I swear, all these things I might be guilty of
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| Just came to happen on the road I took
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| I don’t know why I took this turn
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| And it made me love her
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| Right from the night when we were born and
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| And all the stars they were a-falling
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| Like from the night I had this calling
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| Yeaaah right
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| And I know only where it started
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| On a cold and lonely highway
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| Well, my arms were reaching
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| Into the land beyond
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| I saw the stars south in the night
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| And a million winding roads
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| And heavy horses of the moving on the wind and
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| And all the time that they would pull, pull, run boy
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| I enjoy the sickness of my heart
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| And I tread up a trail that lead along the frozen highway
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| My head was numb and I was starved
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| But right from the start, I had this calling
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| Yeaaah
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| Oh I don’t know why I took this turn
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| Well I know that I must burn
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| But I ain’t sorry for the road I took oh
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| But the holy books are open wide and I’ll be forgiven
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| There’s something in there, that keeps on pulling me apart
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| I have stood beneath the sky, well it sickened riding high
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| My hands forever stained with blood and I couldn’t feel my body moving
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| And from inside I felt this pull, ooooh this pull
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| And al-alright |