Thre's fire in the canyon
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Rain on the plain
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And an eerie kind of sadness
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On the highway today
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Was it driving together
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That drove us apart?
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Or did we change direction
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Chasing arrows and hearts
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We've been wandering alone such a long time
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Lose our way as we go town to town
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
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On every crooked road we travel down
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And I'm checking out the roadsigns
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Highway hotels
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And their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cells
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And we read them like stories
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In trash magazines
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we ain't really sure what it means
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We've been wandering alone such a long time
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Lose our way as we go town to town
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
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On every crooked road we travel down
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Well I'll ride the motorway
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For a thousand miles a day
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Til the road runs out of blacktop
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Or I will this world away
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And each town is steeped in rain
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And I know each one by name
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Cause this road is wrapped around me
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And I wear it like a chain
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We've been wandering alone such a long time
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Lose our way as we go town to town
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
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On every crooked road we travel down
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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
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On every crooked road we travel down
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Fire In The Canyon
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
