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Smell of freedom, taste of dust
City of gold or bust
Said my goodbyes
Ainât goinâ back now
Such a strange and scenic route
To tryinâ on that big town suit
There comes a time
For steppinâ out
Oh, Iâm takinâ that long shot
Maybe scratch this itch Iâve got
You never know
Oh, kick the pedal down all the way
Ainât waitinâ on someday
Here I go
Took a ride through the heart of the beast
Dark detours, sparkling streets
I saw the light
Then I saw it scatter
Fortuneâs smile is a fickle thing
King to pauper, pauper to King
But Iâm still here
And thatâs all that matters
Hear the sound of that tail-wind blow
New day pullinâ me down the road
Playinâ my life on the radio
I heard about dreams scrapinâ the sky
Sweet angels singinâ all night for a song
Thatâs where I belong
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