| Once upon another time
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| Somebody’s hands who felt like mine
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| Turned the key and took a drive
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| Was free
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| Highway curve, the sun sank low
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| Buckley on the radio
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| Cigarette was burning slow
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| So breathe
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| Just yellow lines and tire marks
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| And sun-kissed skin and handle bars
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| And where I stood was where I was to be
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| No enemies to call my own
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| No porch light on to pull me home
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| And where I was is beautiful
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| Because I was free
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| Once upon another time
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| Before I knew which life was mine
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| Before I left the child behind me
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| I saw myself in summer nights
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| And stars lit up like candle light
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| I make my wish but mostly I believed
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| In yellow lines and tire marks
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| Sun-kissed skin and handle bars
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| And where I stood was where I was to be
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| Once upon another time
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| Decided nothing good in dying
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| So I would just keep on driving
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| Because I was free |