I wake in the morning with one thing on my mind
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To get up on my feet and be on my way
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The wide roads are calling and I'm running out of time
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To make the most of this exciting day
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Hey!
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Everybody's gotta end up somewhere
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I'm just taking my time to get there
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And it looks like freedom and it smells like fun
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But it feels like being on the run
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I wake in the morning with one thing in my head
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The haunting sound of chords I've yet to play
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It sounds like a warning that maybe I should stay in bed
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Before these winding roads lead my astray
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Hey!
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Everybody's gotta end up somewhere
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I'm just taking my time to get there
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And it looks like freedom and it smells like fun
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But it feels like being on the run
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Somewhere there's a place for us, a place for us
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Where?
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There's a place for us...
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Everybody's gotta end up somewhere
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I'm just taking my time to get there
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And it looks like freedom and it smells like fun
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But it feels like being on the run
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On the Run
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| Tina Dico |
