| She’s lookin friday night ready
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| Tearin' up interstate twenty
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| Got the tank topped off
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| Dust flyin' like confetti
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| In the rearview
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| Got a clear view
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| Of these getaway tracks
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| You got the seat kicked back
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| Radio bumpin' that glass
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| You lookin' at me
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| Lookin' at you
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| Surfin' that hand
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| With the power lines
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| Yeah in no time
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| We’re nowhere fast
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| We’re just wastin' gas, woah
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| Blurring them dotted lines
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| Killing all kinds of time
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| Baby, like we ain’t coming back, woah
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| Steal a kiss, maybe two
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| Pull it off for a few
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| Gonna hang as long as I can
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| You know I don’t give it a damn
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| If we’re just wastin' gas
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| Every once in a while
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| It’ll backfire like a gun
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| I see that needle creeping down
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| Like a setting sun
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| Making every little memory one of a kind
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| You and I riding high all night
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| We’re just wastin' gas, woah
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| Blurring them dotted lines
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| Killing all kinds of time
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| Baby, like we ain’t coming back, woah
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| Steal a kiss, maybe two
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| Pull it off for a few
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| Gonna hang as long as I can
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| You know I don’t give it a damn
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| If we’re just wastin' gas
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| We’re just wastin' gas, woah
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| Blurring them dotted lines
|
| Killing all kinds of time
|
| Baby, like we ain’t coming back, woah
|
| Steal a kiss, maybe two
|
| Pull it off for a few
|
| Gonna hang as long as I can
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| You know I don’t give it a damn
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| If we’re just wastin' gas |