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It takes a wind blow into your conscienceIt takes a hard look into your soulIt takes a a ton of weight to push the dollar awayAnd reestablish full controlIn a world of phony prophetsIn a sea of plain conceitFight the wind and waves through the foggy hazeUntil the good old stand at your feetYou never know until you tryIf you can reach beyond the skyI'm hanging up my gearI'm getting outta hereI'll pray the hour is clearHeading for the highway, heading for the highwayI need to turn the wheelAway from every dealUntil I find what's realHeading for the highway, heading for the highwayI have lived among the missingI have walked around asleepI've been ripping off, I've been sowing the markI have stayed into the deepThere's a price for every promiseLetras de cancionesEvery truth you victimizeI create a play that you can't escapeIs the credit compromiseSo much depends on what we sayWhen everyone gets in our wayI need to take the chainsI need to take the wingsAnd make a major changeHeading for the highway, heading for the highwayI need to find the lineAnd choose who's left behindAnd it takes too much timeHeading for the highway, heading for the highwayI'm hanging up my gearI'm getting out of hereI'll pray the hour is clearHeading for the highway, heading for the highwayI need to turn the wheelAway from every dealTill I can find what's realHeading for the highway, heading for the highwayHeading for the highwayHeading for the highwayHeading for the highway From Letras Mania