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In the smallest hours of the morningwhile I was busy dreamingof tender hearted girlsand a world without endforever and ever amenMy father was quietly takingthe money I was makingfrom the dog eaten wallethe gave me that yearOur blood is our ownbut it does what it pleasesthere ain't much more to sayI'm alive on the highwaydead on arrivingthats no way to live this lifeWe lay on a mexican blanketby a carillon and some rosesand I was an owls ghostwho died on the side of the roadShe laid her head on my shouldershe nibbled on my earlobeand that was about allSongtexteMy blood was my ownand it done what it pleased tothere ain't much more to sayI'm alive on the highwaydead on arrivingthats no way to live this life Aus Songtexte Mania