| PFG’s coming cross the creek
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| Z71, headlights shinin through the trees
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| The boys spill out of the back seat
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| And ask me, what’s it gonna be tonight
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| I said I’m just trying to get loose, trying to make a move
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| Don’t matter what we do
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| As long as we’re out there
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| Somewhere where we can go
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| Get away from it all, get lost
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| And god only knows where we’ll go
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| And hell I don’t care
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| As long as we’re out there
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| We pulled in, threw it in park
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| And follow the orange glow in the dark
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| And the trail marks
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| Through the fire and flames we locked eyes
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| She walked over from the other side
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| And smiled when I said
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| I’m just trying to get loose, trying to set the mood
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| Don’t matter what we do
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| As long as we’re out there
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| Somewhere where we can go
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| Get away from it all, get lost
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| And god only knows where we’ll go
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| And baby I don’t care
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| As long as we’re out there
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| As long as we’re out there
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| As long as we’re out there
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| Somewhere where we can go
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| Get away from it all, get lost
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| And god only knows where we’ll go
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| And hell I don’t care
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| As long as we’re out there
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| As long as we’re out there |