Angeline slipped out the door an hour before dawn
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The folks in town would never know what she was running from
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I was waiting for her up at Exit 41
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She didn't know where I was going
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She just knew where she had been
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I took her up to Burmingham where she knew she had a friend
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A little shaken up
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But her tears were dry by then
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I see people come and go
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Each on a different path
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Some chasing new beginnings
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Some running from their past
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Me, I just keep rollin' on
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While others fade away
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Mile after mile Day after day
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I am the highway
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I've seen flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road
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Tied to little wooden crosses
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For those who didn't make it home
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Some folks breaking down
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Some getting where they want to go
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I see people come and go
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Each on a different path
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Some chasing new beginnings
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Some running from their past
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Me, I just keep rollin' on
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While others fade away
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Mile after mile Day after day
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I am the highway I am the highway
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I have no beginning
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And I don't have an end
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You might turn around
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But there's no going back again
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So the trick is to enjoy the ride
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And learn from where you've been
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Stretching out to the horizon
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As time just fades away
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Mile after mile Day after day
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I am the highway
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I am the highway
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Highway
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The Wilkinsons |