| It was a place of contentment
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| And the family came by For some goodbyes and good lucks
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| Then I left 'em behind
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| In a rig from the old man
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| I watched the sun comin' up Through the fog on the windshield
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| Through the steam from the cup
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| Eight more miles
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| Eight more miles
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| Eight more miles
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| We’ll be high
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| I can’t decide
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| If eight more miles
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| Is the top of the world
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| Or the end of the line
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| It’s a long stretch of highway
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| Drivin' into the wind
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| But at the end you’ll find the oldest tricks
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| In a book that I still haven’t read
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| Eight more miles
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| Eight more miles
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| Eight more miles
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| We’ll be high
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| I can’t decide
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| If eight more miles
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| Is the top of the world
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| Or the end of the line
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| If you go to the end of the road
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| You look back all the way, down the line
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| You see all those miles, all those miles
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| All those miles from so high
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| You’ll decide
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| If all those miles
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| To the top of the world
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| Was worth the ride
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| It was a place of contentment
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| And the family dropped by For some goodbyes and tough lucks
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| Then I left 'em behind |