| Big hopes in them small town eyes
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| Anticamera never lies
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| We got a plan
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| Got a full tank of gasoline
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| Read those rich kids' magazines
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| Who knows where we’re gonna be?
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| But we got a plan
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| And we just keep it steady, ready
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| Roll down the 95
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| Sun drenching my skin and
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| Ain’t life grand, yeah
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| We just keep it steady, ready
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| Head into overdrive
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| And feel that cool, feel that cool
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| Black leather in my hand
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| Feel that cool, feel that cool
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| Black leather in my hand
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| He got lips like cherry April
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| Every heart in every grave, but
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| Every man he needs a mate
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| Oh babe, we’ve got a plan
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| But I’ve got weapons he don’t see
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| Under skin and armoury
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| Heaven sent a mystery
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| Mmm, I’ve got a plan
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| But fate is a funny thing
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| There is no reasoning
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| What makes a journey an adventure?
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| Oh fate is a funny thing
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| There is no bargaining
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| There is no bargaining
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| And we just keep it steady, ready
|
| Roll down the 95
|
| Sun drenching my skin and
|
| Ain’t life grand, yeah
|
| We just keep it steady, ready
|
| Head into overdrive
|
| And feel that cool, feel that cool
|
| Black leather in my hand
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| Feel that cool, feel that cool
|
| Black leather in my hand
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| Fate is a funny thing
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| There is no reasoning
|
| What makes a journey an adventure?
|
| Oh fate is a funny thing
|
| There is no bargaining
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| Oh, only an adventure
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| And we just keep it steady, ready
|
| Roll down the 95
|
| Sun drenching my skin and
|
| Ain’t life grand, yeah
|
| We just keep it steady, ready
|
| Head into overdrive
|
| And feel that cool, feel that cool
|
| Black leather in my hand
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| Feel that cool, feel that cool
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| Black leather in my hand |