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When you're feeling down |
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I'm comin' round |
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To pick you up |
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And take you out |
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It won't be long |
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Till those blues are gone |
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The city's waiting |
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Beckoning for us |
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It leads us on |
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Let it lead us on |
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It's the perfect night |
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To just drive on by |
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Let the dashboard underscore |
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Everything we've seen |
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While the world plays for our pleasure |
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On our windshield silver screen |
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And I don't know just where we're going |
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And I don't care where we've been |
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But we just coast on through |
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Coz while I'm here with you, you know |
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There's no place I'd rather be |
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No place I'd rather be |
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Such a quiet joy |
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Knowing that I'm your pick-up fix |
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And you're my favourite boy |
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You're feeling tired |
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And I'm bleary-eyed |
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And the highway lines |
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Pass by in two/four double-time |
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And we don't even recognise |
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A single name on the street signs |
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Nothing else is calling us |
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But all we've left behind |
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Is like a hell-hound on our trail |
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and a burden on our mind |
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Coz we know |
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we gotta go home. |
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Such a quiet joy |
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Driving anywhere |
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Knowing that you are there. |
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But you don't call, |
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You don't call me no more |
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And i waited all day |
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You know you'll always |
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Be my favourite boy |