| My love is in league with the freeway
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| Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
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| And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
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| And the questions in thousands take flight
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| My love is the miles and the waiting
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| The eyes that just stare, and the glance at the clock
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| And the secret that burns, and the pain that won’t stop
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| And its fuel is the years
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| Leading me on — leading me down the road
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| Driving beyond
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| Driving me down the road
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| My love is exceeding the limit
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| Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
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| Distance and longing, my thoughts do collide
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| Should I rest for a while at the side
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| Your love is cradled in knowing
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| Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they’ll come
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| Sensing too well when the journey is done
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| There is no turning back
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| No
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| There is no turning back
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| On the run
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| My love is in league with the freeway
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| Oh the freeway, and
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| The coming of night-time
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| My love
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| My love is in league with the freeway |