| I was driving from the day I was born
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| I can picture it now and how I feel
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| Standing on my grandfather’s knee
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| Holding on to the steering wheel
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| Out on to the desert roads
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| And all the years of in-between
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| I was always going too fast
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| One part blood and one of gasoline
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| Do they come to see a man fall — or to see him fly?
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| Do they come to see a man fall — or to see him fly?
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| The neon chrome in the dazzling sun
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| The money I’ve lost and the money I’ve won
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| All of it here, then all of it gone
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| If I tell you that the world is hard
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| All bleached out bone crushed to sand
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| I’ll tell you that I kept my word
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| And more than that I never gave a damn
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| There are those that come with an easy smile
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| Maybe that is what they’re for
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| I was gone twenty-nine days
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| You only get from me what you pay me for
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| Do they come to see a man fall — or to see him fly?
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| Do they come to see a man fall — or to see him fly?
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| So did you come to see a man fall — or to see him fly?
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| The river is deep, the valley is wide
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| There’s something waiting on the other side
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| Crash the gates of heaven wide
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| I’ll take it now — and have a crack at the angels |