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White line fever
A sickness born down deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like the highline poles
The wrinkles in my forehead
Show the miles I've put behind me
They continue to remind me
How fast I'm growing old
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song?
Hey, I've been from coast to coast a hundred times or more
And I ain't seen one single place where I ain't been before
White line fever
A sickness born down deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like the highline poles
The wrinkles in my forehead
Show the miles I've put behind me
They continue to remind me
How fast I'm growing old
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
Mmmmmmmm...
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