| THE BLACKTOP ROAD IS MELTING
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| TAR RUNNIN THROUGH THE CRACKS
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| WE’RE OUR HERE WITH OUR FLAT TIRE SOULS
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| AND WE AIN’T COMIN BACK
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| TOO MANY DEVILS STANDING IN OUR TRACKS
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| WE CAN’T TURN AROUND
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| WE POINT OUR FACES TO THE RISING SUN
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| AND WHISTLE THROUGH THIS TOWN
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| ALL OUR LOVE AND ALL OUR FEAR
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| MINGLE WITH THE URGE TO DISAPPEAR
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| HERE WE ARE BY THE RUMBLING BRIDGE
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| LEAVE OUR BAGS BY THE RIVER’S EDGE
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| YOU COULD SAY WE’RE ON OUR WAY BACK HOME
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| WE MADE OUR PEACE THE HOWLING WIND
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| WHO KNOWS IF WE’LL MEET AGAIN
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| YOU COULD SAY WE’RE ON OUR WAY BACK HOME
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| WE THOUGHT THAT LIFE WAS AN ENDLESS WHEEL
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| SPINNING IN A CEASELESS GRIND
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| WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN OFF SOMEWHERE
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| BUT WE DIDN’T HAVE THE TIME
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| IF I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN
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| AND IF I DIDN’T LIE
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| I WOULD SAY THAT NOTHING LASTS
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| BUT THE LIGHT WITHIN YOUR EYES
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| ALL OUR LOVE AND ALL OUR FEAR
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| MINGLE WITH THE URGE TO DISAPPEAR |