| When we were young
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| We were drivin' 'round, 'round, 'round these streets
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| Looking for some fun
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| We were going 'round, 'round, 'round on repeat
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| Always dreamin' fightin' that feelin'
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| That we will never belong
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| Everything’s turning, bridges are burning
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| Baby, those days are gone
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| I’m gonna hit the highway, highway
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| I’m gonna do it my way, my way
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| I’m gonna hit the highway, highway
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| I’m gonna do it my way, my way
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| Turn the radio on
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| Roll the windows down, down, down all the way
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| We gotta sing our song
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| And live our lives
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| Like it’s our final day
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| Always dreaming, fightin' that feelin'
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| That we will never belong
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| Everything’s turning, bridges are burning
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| Baby, those days are gone
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| I’m gonna hit the highway, highway
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| I’m gonna do it my way, my way
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| I’m gonna hit the highway, highway
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| I’m gonna do it my way, my way
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| I’m gonna drive through the darkness
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| Gonna drive till the morning comes
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| Gonna drive to the ocean
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| With you in the morning sun
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| Maybe this highway will take us back someday
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| When we are far away
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| I’m gonna hit the highway, highway
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| I’m gonna do it my way, my way
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| I’m gonna hit the highway, highway
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| I’m gonna do it my way, my way |