One, two, three, four! Well every highway that I go down. Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about. And every girl that I walk around. Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found. And with every chance to set himself on fire,. Well, each beautiful thing I come across. Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off. And there was a time when all I wanted. Oh well, oh well.

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