| I took a wrong turn off an unmarked track
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| I did seven miles, I couldn’t find my way back
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| I hit a lonely stretch, must be losing my touch
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| I was out of my depth
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| The land was so flat, well could have been ocean
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| No distinguishing features in any direction
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| I took her down inch-by-inch to the floor
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| Pointed her nose through a nick in the door
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| Fingering my silver St. Christopher
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| Saving my empty shells for her
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| When night closed in up around my neck
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| The high beam dug deep into the black
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| And a shiver rose up up and down my back
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| Yes a shiver rose up up and down my back
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| And I could have been mistaken
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| But I could swear that I saw something in the headlight
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| On that cold night
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| Not with another living thing in sight
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| And not another living thing in sight
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| I said another living thing in sight
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| I said sha la, la la la la la
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| Sha la, la la la la la
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| Sha la la la
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| I hit a lonely stretch
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| Baby I was wrong, I was wrong from the start
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| You could die out here from a broken heart
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| We were two wrongs, we were married at birth
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| And together we made up a flaming ugly bird
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| And I pumped it and I moved on up into third
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| I could have sworn I saw you there on the verge
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| Never should have let you out of my sight
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| I never should have let your precious spirit escape
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| When I sing to myself
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| Yes I sing to myself
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| I was wrong, I was wrong from the start
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| You could die out here from a broken heart
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| We were two wrongs, we were married at birth
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| And together we made up a flaming ugly bird
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| Now my memory’s shot, I’ve got a bad technique
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| Could be driving in circles till the end of the week
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| My vision is strong, my vision is true
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| Look out now, I’ll be so good for you
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| Now there’s a spot on the map, it’s just a tiny dot
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| That’s where my sweetie live, you know it means a lot
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| I think of her sitting in the afternoon sun
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| Sitting, drinking, having fun
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| I took a wrong turn
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| I took a wrong turn
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| I took a wrong turn
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| I hit a lonely stretch, whoo!
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| I took a wrong turn off an unmarked track
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| I couldn’t find my (wrong turn), couldn’t find my way back
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| I took a wrong turn
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| I hit a lonely lo… lonely stretch, whoo!
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| Rock my soul (wrong turn), the bosom of Abraham
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| Rock my soul (wrong turn), the bosom of Abraham
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| Rock my soul (wrong turn), the bosom of Abraham
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| Wo, Jericho, wo-ho
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| Wrong turn off an unmarked track
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| I didn’t find my (wrong turn), find my way back
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| I took a wrong turn
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| I hit a lonely stretch, lonely, lonely s… |