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a million mileFs our vagabond heels clockCed up beneath the clouds they're countiGng down to showtime when we'll Cdo it for real wFith the crowds C Am F G C Air Fmiles are owning but they don't come for free and Cthey don't give you any for pain Am F C Am F C Fbut if it's all for nothing aCll the roadrunning's been in vain
the rimshots come down like cannon fire and thunders off the wall there's a man in every corner and each one's giving his all this is my piper, this is my drum so you'll never hear me complain but if it's all for nothing all the roadrunning's been in vain
Fall the roadGrunning Fall the roadCrunning