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I was a young man waiting on my ticket out
In this dust-bowl, rat-hole, shanty town I was living in
It's hard waiting on unfinished dreams
Like you're halfway through the wrong one, wishing it'd be done
If your troubles come knocking, let them all in
Then lock them up and throw out the key
Cause there's blue skies a hundred miles up ahead
That you never know what's just around the bend
So take it all in, and know in the end
There's two paths my friend
Me I'll take the highway, I'll just leave and fly away
Just before the dawn, I'll be long long gone
Me, I'll do it my way, way up in the skyway
That's where I belong, I'll be long long gone
Waking up, rolling down round forty five
Thinking about that small town life I up and left behind
Sitting here wondering what I'm working for
Sometimes it's less, but most times its more
If your troubles come knocking, let them all in
Then lock them up and throw out the key
Cause there's blue skies a hundred miles up ahead
That you never know what's just around the bend
So take it all in, and know in the end
There's two paths my friend
Me, I'll take the highway, I'll just leave and fly away
Just before the dawn, I'll be long long gone
Me, I'll do it my way, way up in the skyway
That's where I belong, I'll be long long gone
Me, I'll take the highway, I'll just leave and fly away
Just before the dawn, I'll be long long gone
Me, I'll do it my way, way up in the skyway
That's where I belong, I'll be long long gone
Long long gone, long long gone
Long long gone
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