| Counting the hours the days
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| Tracing a map for the getaway
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| We’ve got the perfect escape
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| Seventy-five on the interstate
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| We don’t care where we go
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| As long as there’s an open road…
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| All the way back home it’s you and me, and the radio
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| We could find The Cure, or stay right here in Depeche Mode
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| Turn it up as loud as it goes, Heartbreakers rattling windows
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| All the way back home it you and me, and the radio
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| Silhouettes from the stars
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| Blacktop’s our Hollywood boulevard
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| And the stage is ours
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| Shadows dance in the back of the car
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| I don’t care where we are
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| Hold my hand in the dark
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| All the way back home it’s you and me, and the radio
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| We could find The Cure, or stay right here in Depeche Mode
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| Turn it up as loud as it goes, Heartbreakers rattling windows
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| All the way back home it you and me, and the radio
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| Let’s watch the east coast disappear in the mirror
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| Drive into the sunset, til the west coast is clear
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| All the way back home it’s you and me, and the radio
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| We could find The Cure, or stay right here in Depeche Mode
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| Turn it up as loud as it goes, Heartbreakers rattling windows
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| All the way back home it you and me, and the radio |