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| I was in the winter of my life, |
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| And the men I met along the road |
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| Were my only summer |
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| At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, |
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| Dancing and laughing and crying with them |
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| Three years down the line of being |
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| On an endless world tour, |
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| And my memories of them were the |
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| Only things that sustained me, |
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| And my only real happy times |
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| I was a singer - not a very popular one |
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| I once had dreams of becoming |
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| A beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate |
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| Series of events saw those dreams |
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| Dashed and divided like a million stars |
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| In the night sky that I wished on over |
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| And over again, sparkling and broken |
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| But I didn't really mind because |
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| I knew that it takes getting everything |
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| You ever wanted, and then losing it to |
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| Know what true freedom is |
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| When the people I used to know found |
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| Out what I had been doing, |
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| How I'd been living, they asked me why |
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| But there's no use in talking to people |
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| Who have home |
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| They have no idea what it's like to seek |
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| Safety in other people - for home |
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| To be wherever you lay your head |
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| I was always an unusual girl |
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| My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, |
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| No moral compass pointing due north, |
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| No fixed personality; just an inner |
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| Indecisiveness that was as wide and |
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| As wavering as the ocean |
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| And if I said I didn't plan for it |
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| To turn out this way I'd be lying |
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| Because I was born to be the other woman |
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| Who belonged to no one, |
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| Who belonged to everyone |
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| Who had nothing, who wanted everything, |
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| With a fire for every experience and an |
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| Obsession for freedom that terrified |
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| Me to the point that I couldn't even |
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| Talk about it, and pushed me to a |
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| Nomadic point of madness that |
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| Both dazzled and dizzied me |
| Bridge: |
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| I've been out on that open road |
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| You can be my full time daddy |
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| White and gold |
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| Singing blues has been getting old |
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| You can be my full time baby |
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| Hot or cold |
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| Don't break me down |
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| I've been travelin' too long |
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| I've been trying too hard |
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| With one pretty song |
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| I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
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| I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
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| Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
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| But I, I've got a war in my mind |
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| So, I just ride, |
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| Just ride I just ride, |
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| Just ride |
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| Dying young and I'm playing hard |
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| That's the way my father |
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| Made his life an art |
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| Drink all day and we talk 'til dark |
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| That's the way the road dogs do it |
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| Ride 'til dark |
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| Don't leave me now |
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| Don't say good bye |
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| Don't turn around |
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| Leave me high and dry |
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| I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
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| I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
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| Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
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| But I, I've got a war in my mind |
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| I just ride, |
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| Just ride I just ride, |
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| Just ride |
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| I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy |
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| I'm tired of driving |
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| 'til I see stars in my eyes |
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| It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby |
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| So I just ride, I just ride |
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| I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
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| I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
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| Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
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| But I, I've got a war in my mind |
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| I just ride, |
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| Just ride I just ride, |
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| Just ride |
| Bridge: |
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| Bridge: |
| G/B Am C C x4 |
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| Every night I used to pray that |
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| I'd find my people, |
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| And finally I did on the open road |
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| We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, |
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| Nothing we desired anymore, |
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| Except to make our lives into a work of art |
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| Live fast. Die young. Be wild. |
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| And have fun |
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| I believe in the country America used to be |
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| I believe in the person I want to become |
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| I believe in the freedom of the open road |
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| And my motto is the same as ever: |
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| "I believe in the kindness of strangers. |
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| And when I'm at war with myself I ride, |
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| I just ride." |
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| Who are you? |
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| Are you in touch with all of your |
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| darkest fantasies? |
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| Have you created a life for |
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| yourself where you can experience them? |
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| I have. I am fucking crazy |
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| But I am free |
| Ending: |
| C C G/B Am x4 |
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