| Tonight I feel ambitious
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| And so does my foot
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| As it sinks on the pedal
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| I press it to the floor
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| I don’t need a girl
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| Don’t need a friend
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| Cause my friend, lonesome’s unconditional
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| We’re flying forever bored
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| And for a moment I love everything
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| That I see and think and feel
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| I love my broken side view mirror
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| Cause it’s so perfect
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| I’m so perfect
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| You’re so perfect
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| You’re not here
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| I hear the change in gears
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| My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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| This is an open road song
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| The night is beckoning
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| Although I have nowhere to go but home
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| Feels good to be alone
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| With every turn comes a new frame of mind
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| If I could frame my mind
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| Where would it hang?
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| My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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| My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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| My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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| This is an open road song
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| I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
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| As I pour my poor heart out
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| To a radio song that’s patient and willing to listen
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| My volume drowns it out
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| Yeah but that’s O. K
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| Cause I sound better than him anyway any day
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| Yeah my voice is sweet as salt
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| I search for comfort and I find it
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| Where I’ve found it many times before
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| Times before can be forgotten
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| My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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| My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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| My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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| This is an open road song |