| Smell of freedom, taste of dust
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| City of gold or bust
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| Said my goodbyes
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| Ain’t goin' back now
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| Such a strange and scenic route
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| To tryin' on that big town suit
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| There comes a time
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| For steppin' out
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| Oh, I’m takin' that long shot
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| Maybe scratch this itch I’ve got
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| You never know
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| Oh, kick the pedal down all the way
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| Ain’t waitin' on someday
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| Here I go
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| Took a ride through the heart of the beast
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| Dark detours, sparkling streets
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| I saw the light
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| Then I saw it scatter
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| Fortune’s smile is a fickle thing
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| King to pauper, pauper to King
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| But I’m still here
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| And that’s all that matters
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| Hear the sound of that tail-wind blow
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| New day pullin' me down the road
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| Playin' my life on the radio
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| I heard about dreams scrapin' the sky
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| Sweet angels singin' all night for a song
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| That’s where I belong |