| I am a driver on a western highway
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| From the mountains to the sea
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| And there’s a song on the western highway
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| That’s 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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| And your city lights will shine until tomorrow
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| And I will not be here
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| But your light is brighter than
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| Anything I’ve ever seen
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| And I hear your voice on every station
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| Singing out of your dreams
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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 was standing by, I was standing by the sea
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| And by the roadside the trees are shimmering
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| Black and silver in the cold night air
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| And under the moon a new song is singing
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| Saying I will meet you there
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| And your light is brighter than
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| Anything I’ve ever seen
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| And I hear your voice on every station
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| Singing out of your dream
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| Here I am, on the road again
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| The song began but then in the end
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| I was standing by, I was standing by the sea
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| And your light is brighter than
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| Anything I’ve ever seen
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| And I hear your voice on every station
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| Singing out of your dreams
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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 was standing by, I was standing by the sea |