| I’m going back, back again
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| Flying solo, only myself to blame
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| Taking my chances time and time again
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| Goodbye to you my old friend
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| Cause I’m ready to go, this feeling won’t stop
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| Hitting the road, it’s all that I’ve got
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| It’s automatic
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| Foot to the floor, I can’t take anymore
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| Running from the life I tried to ignore
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| It’s automatic, automatic
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| Feeling sadness, feeling shame
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| I’ve taken the easy way out over and over again
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| Open road, I’m coming home
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| I’m free to live, I’m free to roam
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| Cause I’m ready to go, this feeling won’t stop
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| Hitting the road, it’s all that I’ve got
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| It’s automatic
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| Foot to the floor, I can’t take anymore
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| Running from the life I tried to ignore
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| It’s automatic, automatic
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| Bring it right down, get ready to stop
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| Turn it right round, go back to the start
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| Bring it right down, get ready to stop
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| Turn it right round, turn it right round, turn it right round
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| Go back to the start
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| Automatic, automatic
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| Ready to go, this feeling won’t stop
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| Hitting the road, it’s all that I’ve got
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| It’s automatic
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| Foot to the floor, I can’t take anymore
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| Running from the life I tried to ignore
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| It’s automatic, automatic |