| With a coat hanger for an antenna
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| Reception won’t get any better
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| The rain’s coming down and the wipers keep time
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| It’s easy if we don’t panic
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| Without calling Satan’s mechanic
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| We’ll get there fast ignoring all of the signs
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| Well, if we leave this crazy town
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| 500 miles 'fore the sun goes down
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| I’ll know we’re there by the look in your eyes
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| Quit this excuse for a life
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| You can’t live your life by the letter
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| And numbers don’t make it much better
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| The glittering prize will lose its shine every time
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| With a coat hanger for an antenna
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| Reception can only get better
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| We’ll drop them a line to the world a short note
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| (Is all they wrote)
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| If we leave this crazy town
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| 500 miles 'fore the sun goes down
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| I’ll know we’re there by the look in your eyes
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| Leave all our troubles behind
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| Quit this excuse for a life
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| This ain’t just fantasy
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| This is just you and me
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| I might be dreaming now
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| But I think I know you
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| If we leave this crazy town…
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| I’ll know we’re there by the look in your eyes
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| If we leave this crazy town
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| There’s a moon coming up as the sun goes down
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| I’ll know we’re there by the look in your eyes
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| Quit this excuse for a life
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| Leave all our troubles behind
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| Quit this excuse for a life |