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You ain't dancing in your skin |
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You can't kick the heroine |
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Driving 360's on a straight divide |
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The engines humming doing ninety-five |
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The wheels are smoking |
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Your head's in a whirl |
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Spinning on the road |
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With a Toledo girl |
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You ease the gas the spin slows down |
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Your steering wheel is upside down |
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Jump out the car your head's in a whirl |
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You rode to the edge with a Toledo girl |
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Imitating the feel of it |
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like molasses to a fly |
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Fascination with a dream of it |
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Like a reason to the why |
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You reach the ramp that gets you there |
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BAck where you started this affair |
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You turn the wheel drive the other way |
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On the road to nowhere been led astray |
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Got to get back or you'll reap what you sow |
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Mixed up and broken down in Toledo |
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Imitating the feel of it |
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like molasses to a fly |
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Fascination with a dream of it |
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Like a reason to the why |
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You ain't looking at an arrival time |
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This trip ain't about reason rhythm or rhyme |
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Your bags are packed, you're ready to go |
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But no one's getting off in Toledo |
