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Roads, another nameless city, hitchikers with no money |
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Well, you drive, I sit behind you, wake me when you're tired too |
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Being far from usual places, leaving all the boring faces |
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Destination, I don't know, 'cos all I know I've got to go |
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Ain't it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away |
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Morning tea, aluminium spoon, evening dances under the full moon |
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Two of us up on the car, laying on the roof to watch the stars |
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Ain't it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away |
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Ain't it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away |
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Roads, another nameless city, hitchikers with no money |
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I'm driving now, you are asleep, and I'm just about to weep |
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Going back to usual places, longing for the boring faces |
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Destination, I don't know and do I really want to go |
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Ain't it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away |