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Changed in a rest stop into my dressBe sure not to touch the floorI've done that kind of thing beforeDrove down 95Put on my eyes in the rearview mirrorAs I enter New YorkYou stopped calling out my wayYou stopped calling all togetherI may be another featherBut I've got your nameYou stopped calling out my wayYou stopped calling all togetherI may be another featherBut I've got your nameRiding back to MassachusettsCouldn't even see from snowThe road was studded with Christmas treesI saw fire, I saw fire thenI saw fire then, I saw fireI saw fire then, I saw fire then From Letras Mania