| Through the window of my car
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| I see beautiful girls
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| And the city and the lights two thousand and six miles from home
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| But it’s not over, til the weekend
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| Can you feel it, can you feel it
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| It’s not over but we can pretend
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| Cause we need it, yea we need it, oh we need this
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| Feel the wind blow through your hair
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| This is freedom
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| On a long road, to nowhere
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| Chasing the moon til morning comes
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| But it’s not over, til the weekend
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| Can you feel it, can you feel it
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| It’s not over but we can pretend
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| Cause we need it, we need it
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| And we’ll drink too much and smoke too fast
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| And waste our love chasing black
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| Yea we’ll living free and riding dreams
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| And we’re living, yea were living, oh we are living
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| Yea into the bright lights
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| You get in or you don’t don’t don’t don’t
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| And the city is full of life
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| You get in or you go go go go
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| Yea into the bright lights
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| You get it or you don’t don’t don’t don’t
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| The city is full of life
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| You get in or you go go go go
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| But it’s not over, til the weekend
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| Can you feel it, can you feel it
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| It’s not over but we can pretend
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| Cause we need it, yea we need it
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| And we’ll drink too much and smoke too fast
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| And waste our love, chasing black
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| Yea we’ll living free and riding dreams
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| And we’re living, yea were living, oh we are living |