| I recall my so called misspent youth
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| It seems more worthwhile
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| Every single day
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| Cruisin' Van Nuys and acting so uncooth
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| All the joys of runnin' away
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| There was no speed limit
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| On the Nevada state line
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| The air was red wine
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| On those top down nights
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| Just you and me
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| My old rollarskate
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| And the common sense
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| To know our rights
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| Sweet old racin' car of mine
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| Roarin' down that broken line
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| I never been so much alive
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| Too fast for comfort
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| Too low to fly
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| Too young to die
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| You say a man can’t love a material thing
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| With aluminum skin
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| And a cast iron soul
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| But they never heard your engine sing
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| Ah there’s peace in losing control
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| «Sticky fingers» turned up real loud
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| Ah, we were flirtin' with catastrophe
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| We were doing everything that’s not allowed
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| Life didn’t come
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| With a warranty
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| For you and me
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| Sweet old racin' car of mine
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| Roarin' down that broken line
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| I never been so much alive
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| Too fast for comfort
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| Too low to fly
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| Too young to die
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| There is peace in losing control
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| When I die I don’t wanna go to heaven
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| I just wanna drive my beautiful machine
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| Up north on some sonoma country road
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| With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen
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| All the boys be singin', singin'
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| Sweet old racin' car of mine
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| Roarin' down that broken line
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| I never been so much alive
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| Too fast for comfort
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| Too low to fly
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| Too young to die
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| Just a little bit too young
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| Too young
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| To die |