| I am a driver on a western highway
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| From the mountains and to the sea
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| And there’s a song on the western highway
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| Saying I will be free
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| The sky is fading to the color of the valley
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| Dust of angels, and dust of dreams
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| Your city lights will shine until tomorrow
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| And I will not be here
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| Your light is brighter than
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| Anything I’ve ever seen
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| I hear your voice on every station
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| Singin' out of your dream
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| By the roadside the trees are shiverin'
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| Black and silver in the cool night air
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| And under the moonlight hear a song you’re singin'
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| Sayin' I will meet you there
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| Your light is brighter than
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| Anything I’ve ever seen
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| I hear your voice on every station
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| Singin' out of your dream
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| Here I am on the road again
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| The song began and then in the end
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| I’ll be standin' by the sea
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| I am a driver on a western highway
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| From the mountains and to the sea
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| And there’s a song on the western highway
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| Sayin' I will be free |