| Follow me, don't follow me
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| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
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| Collar me, don't collar me
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| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
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| We are agents of the free
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| I've had my fun and now its time to
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| Serve your conscience overseas
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| (over me, not over me)
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| Coming in fast, over me
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| High on the roof,
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| Thin the blood,
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| Another one on the waves tonight,
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| Comin' in, you're home
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| We'd circle and we'd circle
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| and we'd circle to stop and consider
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| and centered on the pavement
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| stacked up all the trucks
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| jacked up and our wheels in slush and orange crush
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| in pocket and all this here country
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| Hell any country it's just like heaven here
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| And I was remembering
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| And I was just in a different country
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| And all then this whirlybird
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| That I headed for I had my goggles
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| pulled off I knew it all
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| I knew every back road and every truck stop
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| Follow me, don't follow me
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| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
|
| Collar me, don't collar me
|
| I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
|
| We are agents of the free
|
| I've had my fun and now its time to
|
| Serve your conscience overseas
|
| (over me, not over me)
|
| Coming in fast, over me
|
| High on the roof,
|
| Thin the blood,
|
| Another one on the waves tonight,
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| Comin' in, you're home |