| Grab the keys by the bed
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| Tell me, is there anywhere you wanna go?
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| And I can’t get it out my mind
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| Your skin looks good in summertime
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| I know you know
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| And we could be there, no need to care
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| You and I both know what’s going on
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| In a jet-black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac)
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| The wind whips your hair in the back
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| We got used to moving fast (We got used to moving fast)
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| In a jet-black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac)
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| Jet-black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac)
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| Oceansides that run for miles
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| No one can find us otherwise
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| No, they won’t
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| And every road that bends and winds
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| Returns to you every time
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| And just you and I, it feels right to put it into drive
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| In a jet-black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac)
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| The wind whips your hair in the back
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| We got used to moving fast (We got used to moving fast)
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| In a jet-black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac)
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| Won’t you keep me up to speed?
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| Lose control we never need
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| Every turn just takes us back
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| In a jet-black Pontiac
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| Wind whips your hair in the back
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| We got used to moving fast (We got used to moving fast)
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| In a jet-black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac)
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| Jet-black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac)
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| A jet black Pontiac (Jet-black Pontiac) |