| Pull over, shithead, this is the cops
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| Full tank, pockets lined with cash
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| Full throttle, gonna rip some ass.
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| Drive all day, and through the night,
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| Romance the road, winding left and right.
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| The stars above guide me, the moonlight is free.
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| A feeling inside me, and the whole world to see.
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| Driving fast makes me feel good,
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| The speed of light trapped under my hood.
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| Breaking laws, 'cause there’s nothing to do.
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| Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502
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| Hundreds of miles rolled off today.
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| Signs lose their meaning, minutes tick away.
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| Dirt roads to interstates, I must have drove them all.
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| Cigarettes and burgers, caffeine and alcohol.
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| Drive until daybreak, always on the go.
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| Life on the freeway, night shift till dawn patrol.
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| Driving fast makes me feel good,
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| The speed of light trapped under my hood
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| Breaking laws 'cause there’s nothing to do.
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| Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502.
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| Stopped for a 502, next time it’s gonna be you.
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| Stars above guide me This feeling inside me.
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| I drive until daybreak.
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| Life on the freeway is Hell.
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| I’m coming through. |