Stood still on a highway
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I saw a woman
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By the side of the road
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With a face that I knew like my own
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Reflected in my window
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Well she walked up to my quarterlight
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And she bent down real slow
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A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow
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She said 'son what are you doing here
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My fear for you has turned me in my grave'
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I said 'mama I come to the valley of the rich
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Myself to sell'
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She said 'son this is the road to hell'
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On your journey cross the wilderness
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From the desert to the well
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You have strayed upon the motorway to hell
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The Road To Hell (Part I)
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Chris Rea |