| I see the morning breaking, painting colors in the sky
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| For a moment I am taking by the minutes passing by
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| Before the world comes calling I hold tight to the life
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| That I chose
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| There’s faces I remember, places I forget
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| Every highway town looks the same the further out I get
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| Lighthouse in the rear view fades
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| With coming of the storm
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| But north, south, east, west
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| Anywhere I go
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| I carry my lady, my love
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| My compass rose
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| She’s a dancer, she’s a lover, she’s a never ending smile
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| Got thorns to make you bleed and leave you crying like a child
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| She’s the guiding white line and the dead end sign
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| In the road
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| But north, south, east, west
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| Anywhere I go
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| I carry my lady, my love
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| My compass rose
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| There’s love songs on the radio and peddles in the breeze
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| There’s traces of her perfume in every breath I breathe
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| No matter far and wide, she is by my side
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| Calling out to me
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| And north, south, east, west
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| Anywhere I go
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| An arrow buried deep inside
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| My weathered weary soul
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| Both hands on the steering wheel
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| She’s bringing me back home
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| I carry my lady, my love
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| I carry my lady, my love
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| My compass rose |