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Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way |
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Handing out money, the fly's making honey |
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Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients |
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Beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee |
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Let's don't be like everyone else |
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With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house |
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Big, black drums beat in the night |
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Running away, that's what I like |
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Breezes are turning, villages burning |
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Convalescents open their presents |
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Wandering children, ready and willing |
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Beggars and lightweights harness the highways |
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Let's don't be like everyone else |
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With the one-trip rooms and the halfway house |
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Big, black drums beat in the night |
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Running away, that's what I like |
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Abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time |
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Sun stroke rivals recycling bibles |
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Let's don't be like everyone else |
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With the one trip rooms, the halfway house |
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Big, black drums beat in the night |
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Running away, that's what I like |
