| Roads, another nameless city, hitchikers with no money
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| Well, you drive, I sit behind you, wake me when you’re tired too
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| Being far from usual places, leaving all the boring faces
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| Destination, I don’t know, 'cos all I know I’ve got to go Ain’t it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away
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| Morning tea, aluminium spoon, evening dances under the full moon
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| Two of us up on the car, laying on the roof to watch the stars
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| Ain’t it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away
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| Ain’t it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away
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| Roads, another nameless city, hitchikers with no money
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| I’m driving now, you are asleep, and I’m just about to weep
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| Going back to usual places, longing for the boring faces
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| Destination, I don’t know and do I really want to go Ain’t it funny anyway, how sometimes we wanna get away |