| The bright lights are calling me
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| When the world is dark and cold
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| And I’m heading down the road
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| As the world is round, the road is long
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| I’ve trouble on my mind
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| I’ll just keep on moving
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| Until the day comes round
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| The wind a' blowing on my back
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| And my feet a' flying
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| Flying down the road
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| Where the bright lights shine
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| Monday’s in a pigtown
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| Tuesday’s in a truck
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| Wednesday’s a field of mud
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| And Thursday’s out of luck
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| Friday’s rain clouds
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| Saturday flies by
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| Sunday comes shining
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| From a blue blue sky
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| When the world is dark and cold
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| And I’m heading down the road
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| Some towns are golden
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| Some towns are stained
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| Some towns are shadows
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| Fading in the rain
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| Some towns are rust
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| And some towns they gleam
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| Some towns are mad dogs
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| Some towns are a dream
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| When the world is dark and cold
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| And I’m heading down the road
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| Some dreams are hollow
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| Some dreams are cold
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| Some dreams are crazy
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| And some dreams are bold
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| Some dreams are bought
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| And other dreams are sold
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| Some dreams lie waiting
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| At the end of the road
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| The bright lights are calling me
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| When the world is dark and cold
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| And I’m heading down the road
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| The bright lights are calling me |