| Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500,
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| All the way stars' green, gotta go.
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| Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low,
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| Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard.
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| T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500.
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| Planets align, a king is born.
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| Whenever it feels right
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| Whenever it feels right
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| Whenever it feels right
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| Dodge Swinger 1973, FLAPS down, chassis free,
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| Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me.
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| Don’t worry, it’s coming.
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| Don’t worry, it’s coming.
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| Jesus on the dashboard. |
| oh! |
| yeah!
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| Whenever it feels right
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| Whenever it feels right
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| Whenever it feels right yeah! |
| yeah! |
| yeah!!!
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| I turn on the radio.
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| Hey kid, are you going my way?
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| Hop in, we’ll have ourselves a field day.
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| We’ll find us some spacegrass,
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| Lay low, watch the universe expand.
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| Skyway, permanent Saturday.
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| by the way, Saturn is my rotary.
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| Hop in, it’ll be eternity
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| Till we make it to M83.
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| Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing.
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| Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who’s driving.
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| Hit neutral in the tail of a comet.
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| Let the vortex pull my weight.
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| Push the seat back a little lower.
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| Watch light bend in the blower.
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| Planets align.
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| A king is born.
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| Dodge Swinger.
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| Jesus on the dashboard. |
| oh yeah!
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| Whenever it feels right
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| Whenever it feels right
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| Whenever it feels right
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| yeah yeah! |
| yeah yeah! |
| yeah yeah!
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| i turn on the radio!
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| Hey kid, are you going my way?
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| Hop in, we’ll have ourselves a field day.
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| We’ll find us some spacegrass,
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| Lay low, watch the universe expand.
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| Skyway, permanent Saturday.
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| by the way, Saturn is my rotary.
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| Hop in, it’ll be eternity
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| Till we make it to M83.
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| yeahaaa!!!1 |