| It was one of those nights
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| When you drive
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| Right by your own street
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| And you wonder who’s running
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| Your hands and your feet
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| And your car becomes a capsule
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| Sometimes you can hide
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| Last night I just wanted
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| I wanted to ride
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| I wanted to drive my car
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| Didn’t really care how far
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| I wanted to roam, alone
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| I wanted to drive my car
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| Didn’t really care how far
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| I wanted to roam, alone
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| I was not out looking
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| For honeys
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| Oh I noticed them
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| Like usual but not as strong
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| And the distance between
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| Me and my pavement
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| Seemed to get
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| A hundred yards long
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| I still feel the wind
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| On my elbow
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| But I’m driving by
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| The seat of my pant
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| I keep on tryin'
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| To tune in tune in
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| On the radio
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| Trying to tune me
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| Out of my trance
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| I wanted to drive my car
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| I didn’t really care how far
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| I wanted to roam, alone
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| I wanted to drive my car
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| Didn’t really care how far
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| I wanted to roam, alone
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| At least a car goes
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| Where you steer it
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| Sometimes that’s the only
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| Thing it does
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| So I get in it
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| And I drive it
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| Just to hear it
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| And remember this
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| Feeling that there was
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| I wanted to drive my car
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| I didn’t really care how far
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| I wanted to roam, alone
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| I wanted to drive my car
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| I didn’t really care how far
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| I wanted to roam, alone |