A million miles our vagabond heels
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Clocked up beneath the clouds
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They’re counting down to show time
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When we do it for real with the crowds
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Air miles are owing
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But they don’t come for free
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And they don’t give you any for pain
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But if it’s all for nothing
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All the roadrunning’s
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Been in vain
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The rimshots come down like cannon fire
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And thunder off the wall
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There’s a man in every corner
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And each one is giving his all
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This is my fife
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This is my drum
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So you never will hear me complain
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And if it’s all for nothing
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All the roadrunning’s
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Been in vain
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All the roadrunning
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All the roadrunning
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Well if you’re inclined
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To go up on the wall
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It can only be fast and high
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And those who don’t like the danger
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Soon find something different to try
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When there’s only a ringin' in your ears
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And an echo down memory lane
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But if it’s all for nothing
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All the roadrunning’s
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Been in vain
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All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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The show’s packing up I sit and watch the convoy
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Leaving town
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There’s no pretending I’m not a fool,
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For riding around and around
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Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death
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You showed me one time on the plane
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But if it’s all for nothing
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All the roadrunning’s
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Been in vain
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A million miles of vagabond sky
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Clocked up above the clouds
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I’m still your man for the roaming
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For as long as there’s roamin' allowed
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There’ll be a rider
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And there’ll be a wall
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As long as the dreamer remains
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And if it’s all for nothing
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All the roadrunning’s
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Been in vain
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All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
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All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning |