All These Roads

Hey babe, all of these roads
Wont be, covered in gold
Hey babe, no looking back
Clear skies are on these tracks
Lets go, go down these roads
We can make them our own
If we lose our way
I promise I will stay
I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, lets go
The sun is getting low
Well find some place to call home
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Oh, Oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh