| Setting fires, and dark desires
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| The nights that I just can’t recall
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| I’ve woke up flyin', with the angels
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| But no one to catch me, when I fall
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| Goin' down the wrong road, and
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| Livin' by the wrong code, and
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| Chasin' after dreams that don’t come true
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| Lookin' for the right signs, and
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| Ridin' on the white lines, just
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| Tryin' to find my way to you
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| Well, there’s been high times, and there’s been hard times
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| And there’s been times I couldn’t tell
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| If I’m livin' a good life or livin' a bad life
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| 'Cause I’m always livin' fast as hell
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| I’m goin' down the wrong road
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| Livin' by the wrong code, and
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| Chasin' after dreams that don’t come true
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| Lookin' for the right signs, and
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| Ridin' on the white lines, just
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| Tryin' to find my way to you
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| From an Alabama porch
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| To a dirty bar room floor
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| Burnin' bridges down I’d never even crossed
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| From when I didn’t have a care
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| To when I didn’t have a prayer
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| I never once thought I was lost, somehow I knew
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| I would find my way to you
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| I’m goin' down the wrong road
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| Livin' by the wrong code
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| Chasin' after dreams that don’t come true
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| Lookin' for the right signs
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| Ridin' on the white lines, just
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| Tryin' to find my way to you
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| Tryin' to find my way to you |