| Yeah, I’m blowin' the doors off this hang around town
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| Holdin' this old gun metal grey Chevrolet pedal down
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| Lead foot in a steel toe
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| Out runnin' the memories, rackin' up miles
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| Gettin' gone as I can takin' my chances spinnin' that dial
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| And so far, I'm on a roll, yeah, I’m on a roll
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| Ain’t nothing gonna kill these horses tonight
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| But a song like a bullet from a dashboard light
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| Gettin' shot through the speakers both left and right in stereo
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| Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio
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| It’s been touch or go tryin' to get gone couple close calls
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| But I just call up a station on down the line
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| Keep that needle in that red lin zone
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| Yeah maybe wst is best, pick up I-85
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| Chase that settin' sun, till it parks in the sky
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| But hell, I don’t know, only thing I know
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| Ain’t nothing gonna kill these horses tonight
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| But a song like a bullet from a dashboard light
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| Gettin' shot through the speakers both left and right in stereo
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| Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio
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| I need a melody without a memory
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| Take me where I’ve never been
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| I hear ‘em gunnin' for me
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| I feel ‘em huntin' for me
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| But I ain’t tunin' them in
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| I still ain’t over you
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| But I can feel it comin'
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| Kind of like the rhythm to these tires hummin'
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| That signal comes and goes
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| I hold my breath and hope nothing
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| Nothing gonna kill these horses tonight
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| But a song like a bullet from a dashboard light
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| Gettin' shot through the speakers both left and right in stereo
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| Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio
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| Messin' up my head, playin' Russian Roulette with the radio |