| I want to drive in your Cherokee
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| Hands high like we’re born on the streets
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| White light at the dead of night
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| Looks so pretty in your headlights
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| Speeding through the night, uh-uh
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| Untamed, unrecognized, uh-uh
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| Tell me not to drive so, drive so
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| Walking on the edge on your terror
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| What are you to take off control?
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| City screams painted gold
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| Don’t you know it’s you-uuuh uh,
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| I want you-uuuh uh,
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| Hit me with your best shot, don’t stop
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| Who are we?
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| Kings of the highway?
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| Burning up in the back of your car
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| Keep the engine running, I want to go far
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| Speeding through the nights, uh-uh
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| Untamed, unrecognized, uh-uh
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| Tell me not to drive so, drive so
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| Walking on the edge on your terror
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| What are you to take off control?
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| City screams painted gold
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| Don’t you know it’s you-uuuh uh,
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| I want you-uuuh uh,
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| Hit me with your best shot, don’t stop
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| Who are we?
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| Kings of the highway?
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| Ahh…
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| Ahh…
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| Ahh…
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| Ahh…
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| Tell me not to drive so, drive so
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| Walking on the edge on your terror
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| What are you to take off control?
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| City screams painted gold
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| Don’t you know it’s you-uuuh uh,
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| I want you-uuuh uh,
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| Hit me with your best shot, don’t stop
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| Who are we?
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| Kings of the highway? |