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Seven Mary Three
Yeah, the roads are right tonite
They are twisting
And my mouth is dry
Like cool air inside
Maybe I worry
Do things in a hurry
And follow the dust
Of people like new
There's people like me
And people like you
Yeah, the roads are right tonite
They are turning
And I know that deep inside the pines
An answer is lurking
And maybe I worry
Do things in a hurry
And follow the dust
Of people like new
There's people like me
And people like you