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Go rode your long road
Winds on through the hills for 15 days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
Go rode your long road
Winds on through the hills for 15 days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
I'm no clown I won't back down
I don't need you to tell me what's going down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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I'm standing alone, I'm watching you walk
I'm seeing you sinking
I'm standing alone, your way out is cold
I'm watching you sinking
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
These boots were made for walking
The Marquis decides don't wear no boots like these
Ghost just around the corner
Breakdowns coming up around the bend
Sometimes you have to try to get along
Dear I know the truth and I know what you're sinking
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