| Early morning in a motel room
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| Sunshine trying to creep on through
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| Lost sleep but I found a tune
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| Stuck inside my head
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| Cigarettes and tank of gas
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| Headed off to nowhere fast
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| Got to find a way to make this feeling last
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| Because I believe that I
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| Was born with a song inside of me
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| Never question why
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| I just kept on chasing that melody
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| And as time goes by
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| It is funny how time can make you realize
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| We are running out of it
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| On the day that I die
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| I want to say that I
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| Was a man who really lived and never compromised
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| And when I have lived out my days
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| Until the very end
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| I hope they find me in my home, a guitar in my hands
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| I hope they find me in my home with my guitar in my hands
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| Whoa, oh
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| Whoa, oh
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| A part of dawn to be ashamed of
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| But good people are supposed to be up
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| But I found peace with the path I took
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| As I lay down my head
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| Crossroads you got to choose
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| Which way do we win or lose
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| But every bone in my soul says I sing on through
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| Because I believe that I
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| Was born with a song inside of me
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| Never question why
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| I just kept on chasing that melody
|
| And as time goes by
|
| It is funny how time can make you realize
|
| We are running out of it
|
| On the day that I die
|
| I want to say that I
|
| Was a man who really lived and never compromised
|
| And when I have lived out my days
|
| Until the very end
|
| I hope they find me in my home, a guitar in my hands
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| I hope they find me in my home with my guitar in my hands
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| Whoa, oh
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| Whoa, oh |