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A dump truck stuck spinning tires in a ditch Pumpkins ploughed under topsoil so rich A turquoise barn, a ghost mall what is next? A slim bottle blonde climbs a fence in a dress 99 exits between here and LA 99 reasons not to stay 99 miles to the edge of the sea 99 reasons to leave No matter where I go I find this road is my way home Living on the 99 it's not like being alone Expanses of orchards and islands of oleander Silhouette of branches and ranches once were grander The way to get gone and the way to come home I travel this highway like I live in my bones Tumbleweeds rolling in industrial parks Boarded up houses all they'll need is a spark 99 miles to the edge of the sea 99 reasons to leave No matter where I go I find this road is my way home Living on the 99 it's not like being alone Living on the 99 Living on the up, living on the down Living on the 99, rolling over the ground It's not like being alone... |