| I’ve heard you get lots of mileage
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| Out of the speed of sound
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| It’s how we tracked you down
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| And in the Morse code of the brake lights
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| In the message it’s uttering
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| The medium is everything
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| It says «You're set free or you get my love»
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| But what else would you do for fun around here?
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| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there
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| You’ll need a backseat driver
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| Every turn is timed and torn up
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| It’s the language of quick goodbyes
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| And they will metastasize
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| And in the Morse code of the brake lights
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| Repeating and stuttering
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| Are the words of a child king
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| «You can’t make me, I won’t do this»
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| So what do you do for fun around here?
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| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there
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| You’ll need a backseat driver
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| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there
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| You’ll need a backseat driver
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| And I’ll grow back into it
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| I know it’s time that we got going
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| Though it’s unsafe at every speed
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| And I’ll grow back into it
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| I know it’s time that we got going
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| Though it’s unsafe at every speed
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| I’ve heard you get lots of mileage
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| Out of the speed of sound
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| It’s how we tracked you down
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| And in the Morse code of your brake lights
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| You said «So what do you do for fun around here?»
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| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there
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| You’ll need a backseat driver
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| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there
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| You’ll need a backseat driver
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| If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there
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| You’ll need a backseat driver |