| Highway glimmer, morning dew
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| Reflected the rain in your eyes
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| The trees pass by like Van Gogh’s brush
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| What were you leaving behind?
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| The frosted shine like broken glass
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| The canyon comes into view
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| The road is warm, all cracked and torn
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| From the others that came before
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| It ain’t over, ain’t it good to be alive
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| It ain’t over, close your eyes and drive
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| Close your eyes and drive
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| Through it all I’ve had no doubts
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| Truth couldn’t be farther away
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| But I hit bottom and didn’t bounce
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| And found out I had nothing to say
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| Are we running toward or running from
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| Or maybe not running at all
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| I just know when we least expect it
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| Something are just destined to fall
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| It ain’t over, ain’t it good to be alive
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| It ain’t over, close your eyes and drive
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| Close your eyes and drive
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| I saw you standing in the crowd
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| Show box, Saturday night
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| Seven summers have passed since then
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| Are the stars still shining as bright?
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| The moving village of your space-time world
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| Iron fist is far behind you
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| Levitation in a whiskey swirl
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| Never even got to the show
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| It ain’t over, ain’t it good to be alive
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| It ain’t over, close your eyes and drive
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| Close your eyes and drive
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| Transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat |