| Mountains, staring at me as they’re rollin' by.
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| Sunset, paints a path across the southern sky.
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| Headin' down the dusty highway, there he was in the middle of the road.
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| And I said «Old man let me help you, I can take you home»
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| And he said,
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| Son you can’t imagine the trouble that you been,
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| This whole world’s gone crazy, livin' in sin
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| We want peace and understandin', and harmony again,
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| But you can’t, can’t go back,
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| To where you’ve never been.
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| I’m still runnin' from the shadows and the flames.
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| Searchin' for a place where someone knows my name
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| On my way through Arizona, I let a fortuneteller read my hand.
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| Told me she could see things I’d never understand
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| And she said,
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| Son you can’t imagine the trouble that you been,
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| This whole world’s gone crazy, livin' in sin
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| We want peace and understandin', and harmony again,
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| But you can’t, can’t go back,
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| To where you’ve never been.
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| I hear, in the desert wind a distant voice,
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| Singin'
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| Son you can’t imagine the trouble that you been,
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| This whole world’s gone crazy, livin' in sin
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| We want peace and understandin', and harmony again,
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| But you can’t, can’t go back,
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| No you can’t, can’t go back,
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| To where you’ve never been.
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| Can’t go back to where you’ve never been.
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| Can’t go back to where you’ve never been. |