if i knew where i was going
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i might already be there
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but i dont know where i been.
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every town seems to look the same
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another year has came and went
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running from the yesterday
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looking for tomorrow
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let the day just pass me by
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SEARCHGING for the answers
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open for suggestions.
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still the questions cloud my mind
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cause every winter it gets colder
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and every summer seems SO long
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and every road goes on forever
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when your out there on your own.
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i met a driftin woman
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she was looking for the answers
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AND all she had was alibis
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that driftin woman
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i could never trust her
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she had a pocket full of lies
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so one night i left her
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in total darkness
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in a hotel room in tulsa
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hey driftin woman wherever your driftin now
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i hope you find what your searching for
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chorus
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well there not be an end
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to this road im taking
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i MIGHT not find my pot of gold
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but theres always another day
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and theres always another BEND.
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another story to be told
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On Your Own
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| Cross Canadian Ragweed |
