| I was a renegade ragtop revvin' up an engine
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| Hell yeah, why not take it to the limit?
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| I would smoke it if you had it at a high school party
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| Passin' 'round a bottle 'round a bonfire in the woods
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| Look at me wrong, you damn right, I’d fight ya
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| Parents got divorced, kinda dog that would bite ya
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| And I’d love 'em and I’d leave 'em and it was what it was
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| And it is what it is and I wouldn’t change it if I could
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| Yeah, I lost my way
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| Damn near lost my mind
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| Pedal to the metal, let the devil lead me blind
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| I was way outside the lines
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| Yeah, and I got way off track
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| Took some wrong turns lookin' back
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| It’s been one hell of a ride in my rear view
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| But I thank the good Lord for the detours to you
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| She was an everything but the wings angel outta nowhere
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| 'Cross the room, crooked smile and I just had to go there
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| Sittin' with a group of friends and sippin' on a glass of red
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| And I don’t remember what I said, but she wrote her number down
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| All I ever wanted, but never knew I needed
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| She’s the dotted line and every sign that led me straight to Jesus
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| Was a voice that made me hit the brakes
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| Slow it down, have some faith
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| And I had to learn from my mistakes, but I’m on the right road now
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| Yeah, I lost my way
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| Damn near lost my mind
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| Pedal to the metal, let the devil lead me blind
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| I was way outside the lines
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| Yeah, and I got way off track
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| Took some wrong turns lookin' back
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| It’s been one hell of a ride in my rear view
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| And I thank the good Lord for the detours to you
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| Yeah, the detours to you
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| Well, I lost my way
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| Damn near lost my mind
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| Pedal to the metal, let the devil lead me blind
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| I was way outside the lines
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| And I got way off track
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| Took some wrong turns lookin' back
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| It’s been one hell of a ride in my rear view
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| And only He knows all the hell I had to go through
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| I thank Him for the detours to you
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| All the detours to you |