Lord I miss the highway, running against the wind

Blessed are the stoned, and all the places they've been

Shadow of a man at home, beating a dead horse

Home too long, cross to bear

Methods of the past mold the future

You can't fall short as you get older

Being run around is being trapped

Seized up, kept

Wear the chains you forged in life

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Wear the chains you forged in life

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I've been sober thirteen days and seven nights

I know next time I'll get it right

You tried to make me stay, I said, "No way"

Grabbed my bag and hit the highway

Echoes in the dark, new faces bring the sun

Comfort and disturbed, always think the worst

You live and die by your own decisions

You live and die by your own religion

Being run around is being trapped

Seized up, kept

Wear the chains you forged in life

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Wear the chains you forged in life

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I've been sober thirteen days and seven nights

I know next time I'll get it right

You tried to make me stay, I said, "No way"

Grabbed my bag and hit the highway

I've been sober thirteen days and seven nights

I know next time I'll get it right

You tried to make me stay, I said, "No way"

Grabbed my bag and hit the highway

Sobriety suits you so well, it suits you so well

It suits you so well, it suits you so well

It suits you so well, so well

Suits you so well, suits you so well

Suits you so well, suits you so well

Suits you so well, suits you so well