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by Grant Fieldgrove

It was a beautiful day,

  the sun beat down

  I had the radio on,

  I was drivin'

  Trees flew by,

  me and Del were singin' little Runaway

  I was flyin'

  Yeah runnin' down a dream

  That never would come to me

  Workin' on a mystery,

  goin' wherever it leads

  Runnin' down a dream

  I felt so good

  like anything was possible

  I hit cruise control

  and rubbed my eyes

  The last three days

  the rain was un-stoppable

  It was always cold, no sunshine

  Yeah runnin' down a dream

  That never would come to me

  Workin' on a mystery,

  goin' wherever it leads

  Runnin' down a dream

  I rolled on as the sky grew dark

  I put the pedal down

  to make some time

  There's something good

  waitin' down this road

  I'm pickin' up whatever's mine

 

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