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Drivin' down that highway |
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In my automobile |
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Drivin', drivin', drivin' |
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Got both hands on the wheel |
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I got my eyes on the road |
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Dustin' off white lines |
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The man's got his eye on me |
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And that's in invasion of my privacy |
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It's our last form of sanctuary |
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Behind blacked out glass |
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Say, who's that in there? |
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That boy's drivin' much too fast |
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Yeah, and he's got some real fine wheels out there |
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I bet you paid through the nose |
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Yeah, they're checkin' up on me |
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And that's an invasion of my privacy |
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Yeah, drive |
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Yeah, out in the streets(No privacy) |
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In my own bedroom(No privacy) |
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On the telephone(No privacy) |
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In the back of my car(No privacy) |
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I can't get no |
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I can't give me no |
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I can't give me no privacy |
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Drivin', drivin', drivin' |
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I got my troubles on hold |
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Just drivin' down that highway |
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My fossil fuel is good as gold |
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I'm lookin' for that long lost road |
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No sign of man, no sign of life |
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Where you can't catch me |
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To invade upon my privacy |
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Oh, you can't catch me |
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And invade upon my privacy |
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Drive, drive, drive |
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Privacy, sanctuary |
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Drive, drive, drive, drive |
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Privacy, sanctuary |
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Drive, drive, drive, drive |
