| We a got 11:57 glowin' on the dashboard
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| And by now I bet your daddy is, waiting on the front porch
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| And he’ll be mad as hell, if we keep raising it
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| But it’s kind of hard to quit, when it feels so good
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| I want to miss my turn, but I’m taking it
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| So, God if you think you could
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| Give me a red light, every stop sign
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| The world’s slowest, longest train
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| Give me a hole in road, about a mile wide
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| So we can’t go this way
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| Give me some backed up traffic in a little town
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| Anything to slow us down, make us turn around
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| I ain’t ready to take her home tonight
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| So give me a red light
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| We’ve been kissing since I picked her up
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| Still ain’t had enough yet
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| Wish I could make the sun set again
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| So we could watch it from a truck bed
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| I never thought I’d wish for a hurricane
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| But a good, hard rain means we can’t drive fast
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| So when we pull up late, we ain’t gon' catch the blame
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| If that ain’t too much to ask
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| Give me a red light, every stop sign
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| The world’s slowest, longest train
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| Give me a hole in road, about a mile wide
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| So we can’t go this way
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| Give me some backed up traffic in a little town
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| Anything to slow us down, make us turn around
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| I ain’t ready to take her home tonight
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| So give me a red light |