| When I’m in a car at night with you
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| I feel like we’re made of stone
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| Fraternity brats and bulletproof vests
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| I think these cops will kill you
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| Well, there’s nothing to do in this town
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| Nothing to do but drive around
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| Well, there’s no destination, no place to go
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| Hanging out, driving on the same old road
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| Got a Denny’s up the street, got an Air Force base
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| We could have a nuclear Woodstock
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| When I’m in a car, when I’m in a car
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| When I’m in a car, when I’m in a car
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| When I’m in a car at night with you
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| I feel like we’re made of sound
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| All my friends are bullets' heads
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| We’re just hanging around
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| Well, there’s no fascination, nothing too bold
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| Hanging out, driving on the same old road
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| No fascination, nothing too bold
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| Our boredom is impenetrable
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| When I’m in a car, when I’m in a car
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| When I’m in a car, when I’m in a car |