| Word on the street, is that you won’t be back
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| Left at a quarter to three
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| Lone on a Greyhound, you headed west
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| And just couldn’t take it no more
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| People were asking where did you go
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| No one could understand you
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| Born like no other, you just didn’t fit
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| They couldn’t make you like them
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| High like a kite in the wind
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| There were no question that you would win
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| Never surrender and do it your way
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| Break every rule in the book
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| When you know who you are
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| And you be who you are
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| Then no one can hurt you
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| Or stand in your way
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| When you live like you want
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| And do as you please
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| You can die with a smile on your face
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| Highway to freeway, city to town
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| You kept your wheels rollin' on
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| Nothing could hold you, never looked back
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| The fire just burned in your heart
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| People, they come and they go
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| Too many faces you know
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| Been there and done that, paying the price
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| But never a tear in your eyes
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| When you know who you are
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| And you be who you are
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| Then no one can hurt you
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| Or stand in your way
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| When you live like you want
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| And do as you please
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| You can die with a smile on your face
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| Somewhere but nowhere, nomads end up
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| Turn off their motor for good
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| In the shade of an old tree, you found your peace
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| And died with a smile on your face
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| And died with a smile on your face
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| And died with a smile on your face |