| She’s sick of this town, she’s sick of that boy
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| Yeah, she’s sick of dreams that never take flight
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| There’s gotta be more than the same old story
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| So she’s gonna turn the page tonight
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| And turn the radio up (Turn the radio up)
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| Roll the windows down
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| She got a full tank of gas (She got a full tank of gas)
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| Ain’t no stopping her now
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| She got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford
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| Yeah, the only thing that’s left to do
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| Is catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyes
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| Are leaving nothing in that rear view
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| But dust, nothing but dust
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| She’s fighting back tears, she’s fighting back years
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| Of the only life she’s ever known
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| But there’s a future that’s bright in the dead of this night
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| And all she’s gotta do is go
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| And turn the radio up (Turn the radio up)
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| Roll the windows down
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| She got an open road (She got an open road)
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| Ain’t no stopping her now
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| She got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford
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| Yeah, the only thing that’s left to do
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| Is catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyes
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| Are leaving nothing in that rear view
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| But dust, nothing but dust
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| She got the radio up
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| She got the windows down
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| No, she won’t look back
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| Ain’t no stopping her
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| Ain’t no stopping her now
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| She got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford
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| Yeah, the only thing that’s left to do
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| Is catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyes
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| Are leaving nothing in that rear view
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| But dust, nothing but dust
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| But dust, nothing but dust |