| Eat me alive
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| So sick of sedentary life
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| It’s time to stir up the pot
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| Meet me out in the parking lot
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| Wind me up watch me go into the night time
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| Gas me up like a shot hitting the mainline
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| Searching for something like pacification
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| Roaming on the streets with no destination
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| Feel what you feel
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| Addicted to a story
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| That you know isn’t real
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| A switchblade allegory
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| Cruisin with the bay boys
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| Riding to the edge of the earth
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| No one’s gonna stop the bay boys
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| Ride or die til the end
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| The road is my love
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| Like the leather stud fit of a glove
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| And when I forget who I am
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| She’ll always take me right back again
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| Cause when everything is said and done
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| Baby I was born to run
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| So the second I’m feelin a little vacation
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| Skipping this town with no hesitation
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| Fear like a phantom
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| Running from your shadow
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| But it seeps in like a venom
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| The dream you live is hollow
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| Cruisin with the bay boys
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| Riding to the edge of the earth
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| No one’s gonna stop the bay boys
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| Ride or die til the end
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| Cruisin with the bay boys
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| Light it up and watch it burn
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| No one’s gonna stop the bay boys
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| Try and you’re gonna learn |