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Hitch a ride, hitch a ride |
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Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones? |
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I'll shut you down like a bank on a |
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Sunday The engine has no stories to tell |
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Because there's no-one to tell 'em to |
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The last drugstore has sold the very last pill |
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Out on the road and |
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I am high enough, thumb's up |
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You're pullin' over, gonna pick me up, shut up! |
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The rusty wiper blades move along, in song |
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Having a lonely body in your car, shut up |
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My piece is in your ear |
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Movin' fast, thinkin' clear |
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I'll squeeze if you don't steer |
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And follow the line straighter! |
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You are the bullet, |
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I am the gun, |
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I won Screw on the silencer and have some fun |
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Grey highway, deserting me |
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Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way |
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Hitch a ride, hitch a ride |
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Treading water in an ocean of champagne |
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You blow a sparkplug when you see a drop of blood |
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And how many joyrides will it take |
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The sombre spasms habouring |
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Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me |
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It's Friday night, |
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I'm gonna **** or fight, that's right |
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This time all |
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I need is one more ride, shut up! |
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I'm car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon |
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Don't kid a kidder, don't shit a bullshitter |
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I'm hotter than the crack you're cookin' up, heat up |
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I'm colder than the smack you're jackin' up, shut up! |
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I'm a balloon and |
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I am losin' air, beware |
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Squeek, ah, squeek |
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There's blood on me! |
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Grey highway, deserting me |
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Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way |
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Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride |
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Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride... |