It could just be me but there? a phoniness about
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The magic and the mystery of 3am
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Pondering not so much the meaning of life
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More the miles per lonely hour before a coffee stop again
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Asleep on the motorway
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There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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Asleep on the motorway
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Trying hard to believe it? just one of those nights
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No-one here to guide me through the darkest hour
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Just lines on the road like days in a year
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Trains of thought run alongside, remote in the dark
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You?e gotta keep alert to stop ?m getting too near
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Asleep on the motorway
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There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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Asleep on the motorway
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Trying hard to believe it? just one of those nights
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And then it hits me, or rather, I hit it
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Asleep on the motorway
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There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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Asleep on the motorway
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Trying hard to believe it? just one of those nights
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Asleep on the motorway
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There is a world beyond the glare of these lights
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Asleep on the motorway
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Trying hard to believe it? just one of those nights
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ASLEEP ON THE MOTORWAY
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| Jesus Jones |
