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Frankie had this old two door |
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An Oldsmobile seventy-four |
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It rode six inches off the ground |
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It must have weighed ten thousand pounds |
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But when Frank left it just broke down |
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Like our young hearts |
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We worked together every day |
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And rode together every night |
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We kept the cooler in the trunk full |
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We spent our summers in that car |
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It was our bedroom and our bar |
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Like our young hearts |
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And we're riding |
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In that beat up car |
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Just riding |
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With our swollen hearts |
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Yeah, I'm missin' |
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I miss that beat up car |
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Like our young hearts |
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I think about it still |
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Like how we'd drive |
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All night |
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Driving after dark |
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Gonna meet our girlfriends at the park |
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And then we'd go |
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Riding... Riding for the sake of riding |
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We're riding for the sake of riding |
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Riding for the sake riding |
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Riding for the sake of... |
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Riding in that beat up car now |
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Our young hearts, our young hearts swollen shut |
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Well, I think that |
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I think that mine is still now |
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I think you, I think you miss it too |
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Like my young heart |
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Like your young, young heart |
