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singing with the windows down |
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i'm driving down the street |
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and i hope that i'm the only one |
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who doesn't have a/c |
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'cause my voice is often cracking |
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and even sometimes laughing |
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as i lift my voice to Jesus |
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and fight the friday traffic |
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i sing, "amazing love, |
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how can it be?" |
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my voice flows out the window |
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into the summer heat |
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like the heat my voice is rising |
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breaking through the pink horizon |
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winking at the sun and flying home |
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and i don't mind the weather |
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'cause my seats aren't made of leather |
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if my car would keep on going |
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i could sing this song forever |
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Lord, lead this vehicle |
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Lord, lead this vehicle |
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i can't drive forever |
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the song is almost over |
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the sun is setting |
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the needle approaches empty |
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despite the heat |
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my feel are getting cold |
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from where they've been |
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and where they'll go |
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they'll go |
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something tells me |
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that they should be poised |
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and ready to |
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kick the window |
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i heard you |
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and i found myself |
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in a field one day |
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i'll stop the car |
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in rainwater |
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i'll go by foot from here |