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I let the car drift some
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Eye your uncomfortable pose in profile
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The postures of long drives
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That endless cycling of your numb and near sleeping parts
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And you lean much harder than you need
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When the road curves
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Swerve through traffic
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And the cracks in the ground
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Every gesture you require
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Of a drive like this night
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When you fight now
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You just head out of town
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I let the wheel go
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Over center lines
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Inside a place without time
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A loop through history
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Eye you in periphery
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Now prone in the passenger seat
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It's a mystery
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The ways you can sleep
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I want to leave here
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For where nobody goes
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I want to breathe in the air of all
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Those sprawling ancient spaces on earth
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You said we're so scared of alone
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And I knew what you meant
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You want to go where it glows
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All those places where your watch doesn't work
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You were riding those nights
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On the highway, always hiding out
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Inside a songwriter's dream there
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Like a scene from a song
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"Born to Run" or maybe "Running on Empty"
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Ones where they would leave
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Certain nights when you'd fight
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You couldn't stick around
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So you'd head out of town
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Just hit the highway and drive
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Certain nights when you'd thought it was fine
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But it shook you when the baby would cry
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Why did you always turn around in the end?
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To hear the shattering of glass on the door again?
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So loud the baby couldn't sleep any more?
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What didn't you find that you were looking for?
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Your mother called a hardware
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Set you up an interview
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An answer to an ad
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The bosses' daughter still remembers dinner where her father
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Said he wouldn't stick his neck out for trouble again
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But they did then
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And those days you'd wake up
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And just decide you wouldn't show
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He'd show up at your door
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Nights you'd skip town
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He'd follow you out
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Pretty soon you started falling for their daughter
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And she fell for you
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Drive, roll every window down
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Let the desert enter, heavy and primitive in
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Drift 'til rumble strips sound
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Time moves so slow but I know
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That you meant what you said
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You want to go where it's frozen
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All those places where the highways don't reach
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You want to go where it glows
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Somewhere that time is irrelevant
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You want to go where it glows
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Somewhere the spaces are infinite
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You want to go where it glows
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Somewhere you don't feel the hours pass by
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You identified the flowers on the road
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I rolled the windows down and shut off the radio
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Did you ever think you'd end up here?
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All those late nights you were driving alone?
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You were riding to hide
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Or you were looking for a brand new life
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Did you ever think you'd find one back home?
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Did you even think you'd get out alive?
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Could you imagine then, the love you now know?
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I think history's a system of roads
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And there's nowhere it doesn't go
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I pulled over to the side and felt no time
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Off the highway with the landscape aglow
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Still not sure what we were trying to find
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I only know we went home
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Name SCENES FROM HIGHWAYS 1981-2009
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Rooms of the House
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