Yeah the roads are right tonite
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they are twisting
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My mouth is dry - like cool air inside
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And maybe I worry
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do things in a hurry
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and follow the dust
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of people like new
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There? people like me
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and there? people like you
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Yeah the roads are right tonite
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they are turning
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I know that deep inside the pines
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an answer is lurking
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And maybe I worry
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do things in a hurry
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and follow the dust
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of people like new
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There? people like me
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and there? people like new
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People Like New
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| Seven Mary Three |
