Answer
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Life's
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like
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a
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road
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that
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you
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travel
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on,
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when
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there's
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one
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day
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here
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and
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the
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next
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day
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gone.
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Sometimes
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you
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bend,
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sometimes
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you
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stand,
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sometimes
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you
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turn
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your
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back
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to
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the
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wind.
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There's
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a
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world
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outside
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every
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darkened
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door,
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where
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the
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blues
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won't
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haunt
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you
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anymore.
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Where
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the
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brave
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are
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free
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and
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lovers
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soar,
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come
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ride
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with
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me
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to
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the
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distant
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shore.
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We
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won't
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hesitate
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to
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break
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down
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the
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garden
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gate.
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There's
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Answer
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not
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much
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time
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left
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today,
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yeah.
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Life
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is
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a
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highway,
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I
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wanna
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ride
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it
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all
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night
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long.
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If
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you're
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going
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my
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way,
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well
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I
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wanna
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drive
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it
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all
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night
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long.
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Through
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all
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these
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cities
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and
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all
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these
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towns,
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it's
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in
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my
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blood
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and
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it's
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all
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around.
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I
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love
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you
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now
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like
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I
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loved
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you
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then.
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This
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is
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the
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road
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and
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these
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are
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the
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hands.
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From
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Mozambique
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to
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those
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Memphis
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nights,
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the
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Answer
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Khyber
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Pass
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to
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Vancouver's
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lights.
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Knock
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me
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down
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and
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back
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up
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again,
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you're
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in
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my
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blood,
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I'm
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not
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a
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lonely
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man.
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There
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ain't
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no
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load
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that
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I
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can't
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hold,
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a
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road
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so
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rough,
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this
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I
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know.
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I'll
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be
|
there
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when
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the
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light
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comes
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in,
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just
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tell
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'em
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we're
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survivors.
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Life
|
is
|
a
|
highway,
|
I
|
wanna
|
ride
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
|
If
|
you're
|
going
|
my
|
way,
|
I
|
wanna
|
drive
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
|
Answer
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long.
|
Life
|
is
|
a
|
highway,
|
I
|
wanna
|
ride
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long,
|
yeah.
|
If
|
you're
|
going
|
my
|
way,
|
well
|
I
|
wanna
|
drive
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
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There
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was
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a
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distance
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between
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you
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and
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I.
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A
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misunderstanding
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once,
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but
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now,
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we
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look
|
it
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in
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the
|
eye.
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There
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ain't
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no
|
load
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that
|
I
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can't
|
hold,
|
a
|
road
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so
|
rough,
|
this
|
I
|
know.
|
I'll
|
be
|
there
|
when
|
the
|
light
|
comes
|
in,
|
just
|
tell
|
'em
|
|
Answer
|
we're
|
survivors.
|
Life
|
is
|
a
|
highway,
|
I
|
wanna
|
ride
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
|
If
|
you're
|
going
|
my
|
way,
|
I
|
wanna
|
drive
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
|
Life
|
is
|
a
|
highway,
|
I
|
wanna
|
ride
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
|
If
|
you're
|
going
|
my
|
way,
|
I
|
wanna
|
drive
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
|
Life
|
is
|
a
|
highway,
|
I
|
wanna
|
ride
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
|
If
|
you're
|
going
|
my
|
way,
|
I
|
wanna
|
drive
|
it
|
all
|
night
|
long.
|
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