(Bruce Springsteen)
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You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
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You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
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Out on through an open road you ride until the day
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You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
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Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
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And then with their last breath
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They built the roads they would ride to their deaths
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Driving on through the night unable to break away
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The Price You Pay
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Emmylou Harris |