| I grew where I was planted
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| But I never felt at home
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| My head was filled with questions
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| And my feet, they long to roam
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| My arms reached out like branches
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| But my heart just couldn’t stay
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| I left the moment that I could, a prisoner of the highway
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| I passed by farms and trailers
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| As I drove through little towns
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| I found trouble in the city
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| I never set my suitcase down
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| And in those empty alleys
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| Where retaining walls decay
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| I just kept a-moving as a prisoner of the highway
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| Ooh, and I don’t know where I’m headed
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| Ooh, and I don’t know where it ends
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| Well, the wind, it felt like freedom
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| As it whipped through my hair
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| I was everywhere and everyone
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| I was nobody and nowhere
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| Oh, the map was written on my hand and in my DNA
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| I believe that I was meant to be a prisoner of the highway
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| Had chains around my ankles
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| Handcuffs on my wrists
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| I was haunted by decisions
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| And simple things I missed
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| Dear God, why do I wander?
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| Was I born this way?
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| And I prayed he would release me as a prisoner of the highway
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| Ooh, and I don’t know where I’m headed
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| Ooh, and I don’t know where it ends
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| I sacrificed my family
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| Sacrificed true love
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| I sacrificed my unborn child to the heavens up above
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| Oh, there was not a limit
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| To those I would betray
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| Oh, i was deep down in it as a prisoner of the highway
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| I just kept a-moving as a prisoner of the highway (Highway, ooh) |