| She follows the path of least resistance
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| She doesn’t care to see the mountain top
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| She twists and turns with no regard to distance
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| She never comes to a stop
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| As she rolls, she’s a river
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| Where she goes, time will tell
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| Heaven knows, he can’t go with her
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| And she rolls, all by herself
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| And she rolls, all by herself
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| He’s headed for a single destination
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| He doesn’t care what’s standing in his path
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| He’s a line between two points of separation
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| He ends just where it says to on the map
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| As he rolls, he’s a highway
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| Where he goes, time will tell
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| Heaven knows, she can’t go with him
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| And he rolls, all by himself
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| And he rolls, all by himself
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| But every now and then
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| He offers her a shoulder
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| Every now and then
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| She overflows
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| Every now and then
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| A bridge crosses over
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| It’s a moment, every lover knows
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| As she rolls (and he rolls)
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| She’s a river (he's a highway)
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| Where she goes (where he goes)
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| Time will tell
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| Heaven knows
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| She can’t go with him (he can’t go with her)
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| And she rolls
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| All by herself
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| And he rolls
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| All by himself
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| Fare the well… |