All These Roads

Hey babe, all of these roads

Won't be, covered in gold

Hey babe, no looking back

Clear skies are on these tracks

Let's 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, let's go

The sun is getting low

We'll find some place to call home

Oh, Oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh

Oh, Oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh

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Lyrics submitted by Samantha.