| When we were young, we were driving round, round, round these streets
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| Looking for some fun, we were going round, round, round on repeat
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| Always dreaming, fighting that feeling that we will never belong
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| Everything’s turning, bridges are burning, 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, roll the windows down, down, down all the way
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| We gotta sing our song, and live our lives like it's our final day
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| Always dreaming, fighting that feeling that we will never belong
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| Everything’s turning, bridges are burning, 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
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| 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 |