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[Verse 1]
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I took to the highway
A
Went out to Pico-Crenshaw
E A
Old friends, old friends
E
I took to the highway
A
The highway took to me
E A
Like a second skin
[Chorus]
B A
Rolled around in the evening
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Circling like a buzzard
B
Trouble in mind
E A B E
Excavating the space we left behind
E A
[Verse 2]
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Yes, I took trinkets with me
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Left them by the crater
E A
Hear ghosts, old ghosts
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Smelled all the chlorine
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I took the low road
E A
Where the light was just right
[Chorus]
B A
Crawled around in the glowing
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All-embracing wreckage
B
Sun-burned and snow-blind
E A B E
Excavating the space we left behind
