| Burnin up the highway, chasin shadows in the night
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| He was on the road to freedom, passin everything in sight
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| In the middle of the fast lane, on the wrong side of the road
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| Slipped her into fifth, and goodbye was all she wrote
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| Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
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| Never saw the warning, of the danger up ahead
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| He was headin fast to nowhere, with the needle in the red
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| Saw a blue light in the rear view, sayin stop, but he said no
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| Then he saw a strange reflection, of a man he used to know
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| Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
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| Heaven is a highway, with the Devil at the wheel
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| Three hundred crazy horses, in black designer steel
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| The neon sign said fifty, not a hundred and fifty five
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| But it really didn’t matter, he was learnin how to drive
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| Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
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| He was a ghost driver, ghost driver in the night |