| Way past the last lighted sign
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| High-beams burning through the black dead of night
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| A boy is out picking on those last few strings
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| That’s enough to make a few calls ring
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| Turn up the AM for a spell
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| Somebody shouting that the world’s going to hell
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| I know things ain’t sitting right
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| But I’ve been gone and I’m coming home tonight
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| Get home safe now
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| There’s danger, danger at every turn
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| East to nothing, north to nowhere
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| A hundred miles from being halfway there
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| Look up at that slow and pretty moon
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| Soon enough I’ll be back home with you
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| You said, «Get home, get home safe now,
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| Come home back to me tonight.
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| I’ll be here and I’ll be waiting,
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| For you to leave that dangerous line.»
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| Get home safe now
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| There’s danger, danger, danger, danger at every turn
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| Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger at every turn
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| A ticking clock knows what I don’t
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| Lines on my face say what I won’t
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| Rusty joints ain’t slowing me down
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| Miles to go before we’re done
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| Get home safe now
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| There’s danger, danger, danger, danger at every turn |