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Tonight, I feel ambitious and so does my foot |
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As it sinks on the pedal, I press it to the floor |
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I don't need a girl, don't need a friend 'cause |
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My friend 'Lonesome's' unconditional, we're flying forever bored |
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For a moment I love everything that I see and think and feel |
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I love my broken side view mirror |
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'Cause it's so perfect, I'm so perfect, you're so perfect, you're not here |
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I hear the change in gears |
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My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road |
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This is an open road song |
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The night is beckoning |
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Although I have nowhere to go but home, feels good to be alone |
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With every turn comes a new frame of mind |
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If I could frame my mind, where would it hang? |
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My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road |
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My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road |
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My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road |
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This is an open road song |
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I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore |
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As I pour my poor heart out to a radio song |
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That's patient and willing to listen |
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My volume drowns it out |
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Ya, but that's okay 'cause I sound better than him anyway, any day |
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Ya, my voice is sweet as salt |
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I search for comfort and I find it where I found it many times before |
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Times before it could be forgotten, yeah |
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My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road |
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My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road |
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My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road |
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This is an open road song |
