| I recall my so-called misspent youth
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| It seems more worthwhile every single day
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| Cruisin' Van Nuys and acting so uncouth
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| All the joys of runnin' away
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| No speed limit on the Nevada state line
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| The air was red wine on those top-down nights
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| Just you and me and my old rollerskate
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| And the common sense to know our rights
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| We knew our rights then
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| Sweet old racin' car of mine
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| Roarin' down the broken line
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| I never been so much alive, no
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| Too fast for comfort
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| Too low to fly
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| Too young to die
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| They say a man can’t love a material thing
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| With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul
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| Well they never heard your engine sing
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| There is peace in losin' control, oh yes there is
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| With «Sticky Fingers» turned up real loud
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| Oh, we flirted with catastrophe
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| We were doin' everything that’s not allowed
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| Life didn’t come with a warranty
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| For you and me then
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| Sweet old racin' car of mine
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| Roarin' down the broken line, yeah
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| I never been so much alive
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| Too fast for comfort
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| Too low to fly
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| Too young, just too young
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| There is peace in losin' control, oh yes there is
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| When I die I don’t wanna go to heaven
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| I just wanna drive my beautiful machine
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| Up north on some Sonoma Country road
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| With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen
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| All the boys be singin', singin
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| Sweet old racin' car of mine
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| Roarin' down the broken line, yeah
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| I never been so much alive
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| Too fast for comfort
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| Too low to fly
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| Too young to die
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| We were just too young to die
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| Too young to die
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| We were just too young to die |