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I'm ragged and I'm tired
I'm shaking 'cause I'm wired
Just finished up the final show

It's really strange to me
I've got no place at all to be
Nobody yelling, "Hey, man, it's time to go"

Can't seem to get from A to B
There's no reality but my own
White-line fever's running wild
Still a hundred more miles 'til I'm home

And all that I need
Is just a little more speed
And I'm home

I'm delirious and crazy
My vision's blurred and hazy
And so's my recollection of you

'Cause it's a gypsy occupation
Town-to-town across the nation
But, babe, it's what I gotta do

Just your face is what I'm seeing
'Cause I'm sick and tired of being on my own
White-line fever's running wild
Still a hundred more miles 'til I'm home

And all that I need
Is just a little more speed
And I'm home

I'm almost home
I see the sign ahead
It says a hundred more miles

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