| Driving through the east side — numbers on the door
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| Houses look the same
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| Meet me in the driveway — pedal to the floor
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| Gotta get away
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| Everything we need is in this car
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| Take the wheel and steer me far away from this old fashioned town
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| So baby, throw out the map — Break out the windows
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| Never look back — Chasing our shadows down
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| We’re vagabonds — living on the run
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| We do, we take whatever we want
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| Don’t be afraid — To beg steal or borrow
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| Dance through the day — No plans if tomorrow comes
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| We’re vagabonds — living on the run
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| We do — we take — whatever we want
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| Taking on the world — baby we can lose control
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| Throw our fears away
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| We can sing our lungs out with the radio
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| Twist the night away
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| Everything we need is in this car
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| Take the wheel and steer me far away — we can make our escape
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| So baby, throw out the map — Break out the windows
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| Never look back — Chasing our shadows down
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| We’re vagabonds — living on the run
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| We do, we take whatever we want
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| Don’t be afraid — To beg steal or borrow
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| Dance through the day — No plans if tomorrow comes
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| We’re vagabonds — living on the run
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| We do — we take — whatever we want |