| Little roadside restaurant, we artfully complain
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| Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain
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| Most every day goes by according to design
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| I live this dream and still it seems I have you on my mind
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Off the coast of Carolina
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| After one or two false starts
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| I believe we found our stride
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| And the walls that won’t come down
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| We can decorate or climb
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| Or find some way to get around
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| 'Cause I’m still on your side
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| I can’t see the future
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| But I know it’s coming fast
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| It’s not that hard to wind up knee-deep in the past
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| There come a lot of Mondays
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| Since that phone booth that first night
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| Tears and miles and years of smiles
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| I wanna get it right
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Off the coast of Carolina
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| After one or two false starts
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| I believe we found our stride
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| And the walls that won’t come down
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| We can decorate or climb
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| Or find some way to get around
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| 'Cause I’m still on your side
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed
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| Living large was once the deal
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| Now I watch the stars instead
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| They’re timeless and predictable
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| Unlike most things that I do
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| I tell the wind and my old friend
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| I’m headed home to you
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| From the bottom of my heart
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| Off the coast of Carolina
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| After one or two false starts
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| I believe we found our stride
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| And the walls that won’t come down
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| We can decorate or climb
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| Or find some way to get around
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| 'Cause I’m still on your side
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| From the bottom of my heart |