| You close the door and start the motor
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| I roll the window down
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| I raise my hand and wave goodbye
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| To neighborhood queens and clowns
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| And children in the front yard
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| They hide and seek and laugh
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| I can almost hear you thinking
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| How could these days go by so fast?
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| And the rearview could picture what we leave behind
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| Drive darling, drive darling, drive darling
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| Drive, darling drive
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| A silent conversation
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| No words 'cause there’s no need
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| We let the tapes mix up the years and
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| Press repeat and press repeat
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| The trunk is filled with records
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| And books and tears and clothes
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| I’m smiling on the surface
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| I’m scared as hell below
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| And the rearview could picture what we leave behind
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| Drive darling, drive darling, drive darling
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| Drive, darling drive
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| Good morning freedom, goodnight lullabies
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| Drive darling, drive darling, drive darling
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| Drive, darling drive, drive
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| And when we arrive
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| The hardest of goodbyes
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| You will dry my eyes somehow
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| You’re always by my side
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| The one who hurts my kind
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| And watched over all my thoughts
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| And the rearview could picture what we leave behind
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| Drive darling, drive darling, drive darling
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| Drive, darling drive |