| I’ve been riding so long don’t know where I’ve been headed
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| Trying to find my way back in the dark
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| Yeah the road has been hard and my feet they feel heavy
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| Think it’s time I go back to the start
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| Well the seasons keep comin' and my days they grow shorter
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| Every year a new ache in my bones
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| If I try to slow down just to rest for a minute
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| Hear a voice that keeps on callin me home
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| Come hell or high water
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| Won’t burn, I’m no martyr
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| The price that I pay for my sins
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| The flood has been risin'
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| My ship is capsizin'
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| And no, I never learned how to swim
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| But come hell or high water I’ll live
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| Well I gotta keep moving even though I’ve been weary
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| Yeah I feel a cold chill in the air
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| So I try to make a plan to get back to Atlanta
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| Close my eyes and wish that I could be there
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| Come hell or high water
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| Won’t burn, I’m no martyr
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| The price that I pay for my sins
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| The flood has been risin'
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| My ship is capsizin'
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| And no, I never learned how to swim
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| But come hell or high water I’ll live
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| (Music)
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| Come hell or high water
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| Won’t burn, I’m no martyr
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| The price that I pay for my sins
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| The flood has been risin'
|
| My ship is capsizin'
|
| And no, I never learned how to swim
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| Come hell or high water
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| Won’t burn, I’m no martyr
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| The price that I pay for my sins
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| The flood has been risin'
|
| My ship is capsizin'
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| And no, I never learned how to swim
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| But come hell or high water I’ll live |