| We were burning in a '94 Corolla,
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| Three hours deep into South Dakota
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| I was workin' on a lukewarm Coca-Cola
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| In the dog days of July
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| And my dad was a Superman stick shift driver,
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| Stayed Lois Lane beside him
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| Kissing to the rhythm of the billboard signs
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| As they went blurring by
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| Even when he would stop to pull over,
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| He never took his hand off of her shoulder
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| You can see for miles
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| You can reach the dials,
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| Sit back and smile from the front seat
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| You can chase the sun
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| You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
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| When you’re sitting shotgun,
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| You’re sittin' pretty and free
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| But you learn to love from the backseat,
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| So blink one day and I’m rolling along,
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| With a part time job
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| And blue pom-poms,
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| Like every day’s a knock off Mellencamp song
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| With his hand right on my knee,
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| And we made the age-old prom night promise
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| Put the corsage right where I want it
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| And we found a road with nobody on it
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| And we didn’t stop to think,
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| And I didn’t care when he killed the motor,
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| Shut off the lights and we climbed over,
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| You can see for miles
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| You can reach the dials,
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| Sit back and smile from the front seat
|
| You can chase the sun
|
| You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
|
| When you’re sitting shotgun,
|
| You’re sittin' pretty and free
|
| But you learn to love from the back seat
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| Up here I see it clear through the rear-view
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| It’s good to take the back seat
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| When you get to
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| You can see for miles
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| You can reach the dials,
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| Sit back and smile from the front seat
|
| You can chase the sun
|
| You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
|
| When you’re sitting shotgun,
|
| You’re sittin' pretty and free
|
| But you learn to love
|
| You can see for miles
|
| You can reach the dials,
|
| Sit back and smile from the front seat
|
| You can chase the sun
|
| You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet
|
| When you’re sitting shotgun,
|
| You’re sittin' pretty and free
|
| But you learn to love from the back seat
|
| We were burning in a '94 Corolla
|
| Three hours deep into South Dakota
|
| I was working on a lukewarm Coca-Cola |