| Out of the blue horizon
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| Stretched a band of gold
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| From the straits of Juan de Fuca
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| To the east of Portland, Maine
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| You held my hand
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| As we raced along the buffalo bayou
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| Chasing the tail of this globe
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| You say one day, babe we’re bound to
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| 'cause it takes two for the road
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| We’re two of a kind heart
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| Closing in the distances
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| Now here comes our twilight part
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| And we’ve had the best light of our days
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| We’re two rails that never crossed in anger
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| Voices never raised
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| Two of a kind heart
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| Two for the road
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| We have been blessed with dreaming
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| You had Georgia’s New Mexico
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| And while your hands worked in China
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| It was from Ireland I wrote
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| Moving out from America
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| From those buffalo bayou trails
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| Now, didn’t you tell me, babe, we’ll have this globe
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| By it’s tail
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| 'cause it takes two for the road
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| And we can be anywhere and never leave home
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| With your hand to hold … we are two for the road
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| Two of a kind heart … two for the road |