She throws her hair into the February breeze
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She hears it singing through the branches of the trees
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A song of something you know so well
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And she's still looking for a freeway
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She hears the sound of distant planes across the sky
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She catches fleeting glimpse of fading red tail lights
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Into tomorrow she gently sleeps
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And she's still dreaming of a freeway
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Far away, there's a piece of luck somewhere
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Shining like a star in the night
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Dream on lady, till the early morning light
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Takes your dream to be free away
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Freeway
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| Chris Rea |
