| Da, da-da, da-da
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| Imma pack my bags, head straight for the highway
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| With the radio on, and my favorite song singing
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| Da, da-da, da-da
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| And the story 'bout love’s ain’t one about heartbreak
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| And when I’m gone I won’t ever look back
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| No I’ll never look back
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| Like
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| Da, da-da, da-da
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| Imma pack my bags, head straight for the highway
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| With the radio on, and my favorite song singing
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| Da, da-da, da-da
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| And the story 'bout love’s ain’t one about heartbreak
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| And when I’m gone I won’t ever look back
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| No I’ll never look back
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| I know, there’s no fuel but I’m bored
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| Pass well-worn streets and same old horns
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| Long forgotten storms, like one day it just dawned
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| That it’s gone, kids grew up and moved on
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| Tired of the dead ends, cycles that we get in
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| See there whole lives played, titles to the credits
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| Imagine if over horizons our repentance
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| Tonight we gon' find out, fire up the engines
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| As I ride the line between infamy and legendary
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| Dunno how it ends, but this will be my legacy
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| Son of the four fathers and it’s hereditary
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| But truth is, there ain’t much in this town left for me
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| As the empire falls to a fucked-up place
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| The runaway still allergic to pumping brakes
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| As long as nothing’s sacred, nothing’s safe
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| Left in the hands of my fate, like my, my, my
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| Da, da-da, da-da
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| Imma pack my bags, head straight for the highway
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| With the radio on, and my favorite song singing
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| Da, da-da, da-da
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| And the story 'bout love’s ain’t one about heartbreak
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| And when I’m gone I won’t ever look back
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| No I’ll never look back, no
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| And this a cold world, no fate but the one we make
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| We come of age and stumble on a change
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| Now I’m a young man, but that «mad at the world» --
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| An even younger man’s game -- have fun in that lane
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| Shit, I did my time here, but the love of that fades
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| And I ain’t hanging around to grow jaded
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| Top down, motor quick and over on the pavement
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| And I don’t know owe a cent, a second or explanation
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| Nah, I’m ghost trail of dust to the sunset
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| What was once give way, to what come next?
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| 'Cause boys do what boys gon' do
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| Old timers mad, like they weren’t the boys once too
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| But I’ll leave that for you, what is and ain’t real
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| Hard to let go, but harder to stay still
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| So both hands on the wheel wherever life steer us
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| The rear-view mirror never looked clearer
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| I’m on my way
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| Life pass through quick, you could blink and fade, so
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| I’m on my way
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| On a hope and a prayer look how far we came, so
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| I’m on my way
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| Before my tomorrows, my yesterdays
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| I ain’t leaving wondering, these are risks you take
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| Switch lanes, hit the gas, press play, all day
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| Like
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| Da, da-da, da-da
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| Imma pack my bags, head straight for the highway
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| With the radio on, and my favorite song singing
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| Da, da-da, da-da
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| And the story 'bout love’s ain’t one about heartbreak
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| And when I’m gone I won’t ever look back
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| No I’ll never look back, no
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| I pack my bags, head straight for the highway
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| With the radio on, and my favorite song singing
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| And the story 'bout love’s ain’t one about heartbreak
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| And when I’m gone I won’t ever look back
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| No I’ll never look back, no |