| Get in the car she said and drive me into next week
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| I should have turned her down, blame my curious streak
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| I never dreamt that we’d be driving into trouble
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| Until we hit a rock that bent my nose double
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| I’d say we both were on run, run, run
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| She looked too fresh for twenty-one, one, one
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| She slipped her little hand in mine, mine, mine
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| Said I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine, whine
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| I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine
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| Ah the wheels were moaning, we were heading ninety-five
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| The rain was beating down, my engine was alive
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| The roads were empty as the day turned into night
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| With every street lamp her face shone white
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| I asked her name and she just smiled, smiled, smiled
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| We must have clocked a thousand miles, miles, miles
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| She said we’ll be there in a while, while, while
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| I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine, whine
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| I’ll take you where the wind don’t whine
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| I was feeling weary when the car died on me
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| I pulled her over and the strength just drained from me
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| The price of running’s getting dearer and dearer
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| And nothing ever seems to get nearer and nearer
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| I suppose I didn’t make the grade, grade, grade
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| When I looked around she’d slipped away, 'way, 'way
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| Out in the night you’ll see her shine, shine, shine
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| Waiting where the wind don’t whine, whine
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| Waiting where the wind don’t whine, whine
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| Waiting where the wind don’t whine |