| Here’s a sensation I wouldn’t trade —
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| Pinpoint in the onrush
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| Dancing to the rhythm of the wiper blades
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| Up ahead on the autobahn
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| Headlights like a lava stream;
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| Up ahead in the distance is where we’re going
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| Where we will have been
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| Back in the motor, keep going overnight;
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| We’ve got no certain destination
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| But for all we know we might
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| So get back in the motor, let’s drive it anyplace…
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| Better to travel hopefully
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| Than to arrive, in any case
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| While you check out the map-book
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| Just like a novel that’s all out of joint
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| Our passport into anonymity…
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| Stick a pin into the vanishing point
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| I could drive for hours
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| Don’t even need to know the way to go;
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| I could drive forever
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| With some classical music on the radio
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| Back in the motor, back into overdrive
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| And if we travel hopefully then we’ll know we’re alive
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| Get back in das Auto, let’s drive it anyplace
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| Better to travel hopefully than to arrive in any case
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| We could drive forever
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| We could drive forever
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| I caught you thinking, I bet you were
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| That we could drive forever
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| In the never-never land of the metaphor
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| Back in the motor, keep going overnight;
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| We’ve got no key to the highway
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| But for all we know we might as well
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| Get back in the motor, let’s drive it anyplace
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| Better to travel hopefully than to arrive in any case
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| So get back in the motor, let’s get on with the drive
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| And if we travel hopefully then we know we’re alive
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| Get back in the motor
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| Let’s get back in the motor
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| Get in tune with the motor
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| Get back |