| Come on, let’s go baby, don’t even pack
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| This town feels like a cage and honey, I’m not made like that
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| I can see the maybe in the jasmine of your eye
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| I’m a Roman candle baby do you have a light
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| Put lightning in this Thunderbird till the metal comes alive
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| The rhythm of the road will give these horses wings to fly
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| And my true north is anywhere I can leave it all behind
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| Let’s point this thing west into the chest of the still beating heart of the
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| night
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| I know th crazy in these words coming from my mouth
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| But I swear that’s whre I’m going girl if we don’t leave right now
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| I’ll be your wildfire you be my Santa Ana wind
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| Turn every town we never been to into somewhere that we’ve been
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| Yeah put lightning in this Thunderbird till the metal comes alive
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| The rhythm of the road will give these horses wings to fly
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| And my true north is anywhere I can leave it all behind
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| Let’s point this thing west into the chest of the still beating heart of the
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| night
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| I watched my old man grow older and slower
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| These factory wages weighing on his shoulders
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| This town was a boulder that just broke his back
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| No I ain’t going out like that
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| Put lightning in this Thunderbird till the metal comes alive
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| Yeah, the rhythm of the road will give these horses wings to fly
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| Yeah, and my true north is anywhere I can leave it all behind
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| Let’s point this thing west into the chest of the still beating heart of the
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| night |