| There’s an eight lane highway out in L. A
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| Headed nowhere
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| Every day is a rat race, they’re fighting for first place
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| It’s like a nightmare
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| It’s a life of mass confusion, it’s a heavy load
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| I’m ready to trade the fast lane for a country road
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| There’s a New York skyline but there’s no sunshine
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| Down on Broadway
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| Watching the stocks rise keeps them paralyzed
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| Up on park place
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| It’s a 5th Avenue elusion digging for the gold
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| I’m ready to trade the fast lane for a country road
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| I’m gonna take a turn for the better
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| It’s been a long hard ride
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| This can’t go on forever
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| I need a Sunday drive
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| Let me get behind the wheel before I lose control
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| And trade this fast lane for a country road
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| There’s a desert sunset I haven’t seen yet
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| Just out of Tuscon
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| Down in hot springs Arkansas, you can get an overhaul
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| I sure could use one
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| I’m gonna rise above the madness then I’ll be laying low
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| I’m ready to trade the fast lane for a country road
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| I’m gonna take a turn for the better
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| It’s been a long hard ride
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| This can’t go on forever
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| I need a Sunday drive
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| And let me get behind the wheel before I lose control
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| And trade this fast lane for a country road
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| Come on, get out of the fast lane, get on a country road
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| No more fast lanes, get me a country road
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| (Get out of the fast lane, get on a country road
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| Get out of the fast lane, get on a country road, get out of the fast lane) |