| Wheels
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| Start off pushing you on forward and you don’t have a say in where you’re going
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| Wheels
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| Racing Matchbox on the floor
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| Crash and burn but everybody’s okay and
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| Then you get a 10 speed at the store
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| And they’re popping off the curb before you know it
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| Those wheels
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| Countin' down ‘til you’re 16
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| So you can finally get your own set
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| But they don’t slow down
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| The speed picks up
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| You start wishing you were young as soon as you grow up
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| And the farther you roll
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| The faster they spin
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| They drive you away and bring you home again
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| I swear sometimes it feels
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| Like life’s just a set of wheels
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| Wheels
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| Roll your suitcase down the hall
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| Heading home ‘cause Mom says he ain’t got much more time
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| Two hands ticking on the wall
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| Keeping track of days and years and years and time
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| Like wheels
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| And now they’re spinning in your head
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| ‘Bout what you’re gonna do with what you’ve got left
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| ‘Cause they don’t slow down
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| The speed picks up
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| You start wishing you were young as soon as you grow up
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| And the farther you roll
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| The faster they spin
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| They drive you away and bring you home again
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| I swear sometimes it feels
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| Like life’s just a set of wheels
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| Burnin' out in the driveway
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| ‘Cause you’re angry as hell
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| Cryin' just for a little
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| Hoping nobody can tell
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| You wanna go back
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| And try to slow ‘em down
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| But it all keeps spinning round and round like wheels
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| But they don’t slow down
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| The speed picks up
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| You start wishing you were young as soon as you grow up
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| And the farther you roll
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| The faster they spin
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| They drive you away and bring you home again
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| I swear sometimes it feels
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| Like nothin' can stop these wheels
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| [Outro}
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| Mhm
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| Life’s just a set of wheels |