Headin' out on some uncharted path
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You soon turn back
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It happens time and time again
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You never seem to reach the end
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Someone's out there on the street tonight
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When things go wrong
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He'll guarantee to make them right
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If the price is right
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Every time I look you're fallin' fallin'
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Beaten by the wind
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Every time I turn around he's there again
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It's like a full force gale
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An American storm
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You're buried far beneath a mountain of cold
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And you never get warm
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It's like a wall of mirrors
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You charge `em at full speed
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You cover up - you hear the shattering glass
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But you never bleed
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You never feel the need
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Everybody casts a certain light
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A special gift
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It's theirs to use for wrong or right
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When you face the night
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More and more we choose the easy way
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We take no risks
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We figure out which games to play
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And how to make 'em pay
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Suddenly the pressure's fallin' fallin'
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Skies have all turned grey
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Suddenly the storm is heading straight your way
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It's like a full force gale
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Atop a mountain of cold
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You tell your story again and again
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And it never gets old
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It's like a wall of mirrors
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You charge 'em at full speed
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You cover up - you hear the shattering glass
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But you never bleed
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You face a full force gale
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An American storm
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You're buried beneath a mountain of cold
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And you never get warm - no you never get warm
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You face a wall of mirrors
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You charge 'em at full speed
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You cover up - you hear the shattering glass
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But you never bleed
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You never feel the need
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American Storm
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| Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band |
