| A million miles our vagabond heels
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| Clocked up beneath the clouds
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| They’re counting down to show time
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| When we do it for real with the crowds
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| Air miles are owing
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| But they don’t come for free
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| And they don’t give you any for pain
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| But if it’s all for nothing
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| All the roadrunning’s
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| Been in vain
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| The rimshots come down like cannon fire
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| And thunder off the wall
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| There’s a man in every corner
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| And each one is giving his all
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| This is my fife
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| This is my drum
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| So you never will hear me complain
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| And if it’s all for nothing
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| All the roadrunning’s
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| Been in vain
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| All the roadrunning
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| All the roadrunning
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| Well if you’re inclined
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| To go up on the wall
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| It can only be fast and high
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| And those who don’t like the danger
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| Soon find something different to try
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| When there’s only a ringin' in your ears
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| And an echo down memory lane
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| But if it’s all for nothing
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| All the roadrunning’s
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| Been in vain
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| All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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| All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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| The show’s packing up I sit and watch the convoy
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| Leaving town
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| There’s no pretending I’m not a fool,
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| For riding around and around
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| Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death
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| You showed me one time on the plane
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| But if it’s all for nothing
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| All the roadrunning’s
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| Been in vain
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| A million miles of vagabond sky
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| Clocked up above the clouds
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| I’m still your man for the roaming
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| For as long as there’s roamin' allowed
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| There’ll be a rider
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| And there’ll be a wall
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| As long as the dreamer remains
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| And if it’s all for nothing
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| All the roadrunning’s
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| Been in vain
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| All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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| All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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| All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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| All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning |