| Open skies above, Highway floating by below
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| I’m running tracks of flames and smoking burnt rubber
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| Can you feel the heat? |
| The sound of the engine beat
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| Got no destination, I measure my route in gasoline
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| I gotta find myself some space
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| This dirty old town that I call home
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| You know I can’t stand that place
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| The wheels keep on turning
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| Let the fuel keep on burning
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| Got no time to waste, Got no plans to settle down
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| I just want to run away from this godforsaken town
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| Working 9 to 5, What a way to waste my mind
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| Got no regression I’m just leave it all behind
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| I gotta find myself some space
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| This dirty old town that I call home
|
| You know I can’t stand that place
|
| The wheels keep on turning
|
| Let the fuel keep on burning
|
| Open skies above, Highway floating by below
|
| I’m running tracks of flames and smoking burnt rubber
|
| Can you feel the heat? |
| The sound of the engine beat
|
| Got no destination, I measure my route in gasoline
|
| I gotta find myself some space
|
| This dirty old town that I call home
|
| You know I can’t stand that place
|
| The wheels keep on turning
|
| Let the fuel keep on burning |