| You don’t own the road boy
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| Better kick up a storm
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| You don’t own the big city lights
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| Better cop out your own
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| You don’t own the green pines,
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| The blue sky, or the smoke
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| You don’t own the dust in your
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| Big brown eyes when you keep them closed
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| Yeah, steal them back for me love
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| Oh yeah, steal them back for me love, oh yeah
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| You don’t own the road boy
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| And neither do I
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| You don’t own the big city lights
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| That make my eyes cry
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| You don’t own the green pines
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| So be careful where you lean
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| And when you’re lost under the blue sky
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| Look down and you’ll find me
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| Yeah, steal it back for me love
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| Oh yeah steal it back for me love, oh yeah
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| Come on over
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| If that’s the way you feel
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| When you’re lonesome steal it
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| Back when you’re lonely
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| Back when you’re lonely, back
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| You don’t own the sadness son
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| See the tide just comes in
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| Guilt is played on the violin
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| By those who never cared to sing
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| Yeah, steal it back for me love
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| Oh yeah, steal it back for me love, back for me love
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| Oh yeah, steal it back for me love, back for me love
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| Oh yeah, steal it back for me love, back for me love
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| Back for me love
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| Back for me love |