She likes the feel of the car, she likes the smoke of the crowd.
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She likes the sound of her voice, she likes the radio loud.
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On a night like this, she will not be found.
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on her way
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she's never coming home tonight.
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On her way
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there's no one there to make it right.
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She takes a shower but knows that she will never be clean.
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The only thing she left was her voice on the answering machine.
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and not a day goes by that she would understand.
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On her way
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she's never coming home tonight
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On her way
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there's no one there to make it right.
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Baby she takes it all from her family
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as her problems multiply.
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There's a path to the road where she'll finally
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watch the road and why, wave goodbye
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wave goodbye
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wave goodbye
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wave goodbye.
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On her way
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She's never coming home tonight
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On her way
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there's no one to make it right
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On her way
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She's never coming home tonight make it right
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On her way
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if there's no one there to make it right
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On Her Way
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| Athenaeum |
