You don't own the road boy
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Better kick up a storm
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You don't own the big city lights
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Better cop out your own
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You don't own the green pines,
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The blue sky, or the smoke
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You don't own the dust in your
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Big brown eyes when you keep them closed
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Yeah, steal them back for me love
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Oh yeah, steal them back for me love, oh yeah
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You don't own the road boy
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And neither do I
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You don't own the big city lights
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That make my eyes cry
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You don't own the green pines
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So be careful where you lean
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And when you're lost under the blue sky
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Look down and you'll find me
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Yeah, steal it back for me love
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Oh yeah steal it back for me love, oh yeah
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Come on over
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If that's the way you feel
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When you're lonesome steal it
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Back when you're lonely
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Back when you're lonely, back
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You don't own the sadness son
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See the tide just comes in
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Guilt is played on the violin
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By those who never cared to sing
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Yeah, steal it back for me love
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Oh yeah, steal it back for me love, back for me love
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Oh yeah, steal it back for me love, back for me love
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Oh yeah, steal it back for me love, back for me love
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Back for me love
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Back for me love
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You Don't Own The Road
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| The Kills |
