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But Mlisande and her husband are too profoundly happy to Fox-Trot with frenzy
I'm burning, I'm smoking Got to keep these wheels a-turning The hot road underneath me This cataclysmic journey White lines and traffic signs Ain't nothin' I ain't missin' I can't stand in the drivin' daze I'm constantly road trippin' Gone like the wind Oh, I'll see your face again Passing through your town before you know I gotta do my time With this old guitar of mine White line fever leads me to the show Well, the road of life I travel on, I move along so freely Mesmerized and satisfied with the beauty that has found me I travel on and sing my song to anyone who'll listen Forever mindful of the gift that I been given Gone like the wind Oh, I'll see your face again Passing through your town before you know Well, I gotta do my time With this old guitar of mine White line fever leads me to the show Well, the car, she is against me and I'm runnin' for my money I need to have a hobby, my guitar, and my sweet honey News travels fast, my friend, but I keep traveling faster Angels, they watch over me to keep me from disaster Gone like the wind Oh, I'll see your face again Passing through your town before you know Well, I gotta do my time With this old guitar of mine White line fever leads me to the show Enough to kill you Enough to put you down Seems like everywhere you turn Is like a hard wind comin' down Enough to leave me Enough to leave me here And though the room is empty now I can almost feel you here What am I supposed to do with my afternoons
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