| You’re driving too fast
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| You pace like the crazies and I can’t hear what you say
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| You want to believe
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| But you are just guessing but you always get away
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| Well if I wasn’t only seventeen
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| Now stuck on the highway cause I feel
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| It’s not where I was going
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| Only sixteen hundred miles
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| Learn to see what’s mine
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| Street of the fading lights
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| It’s still kind of warm but seasons are changing
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| When you’re standing smoking down
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| You look pretty cold
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| Yes I’m always shaking
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| Can you hold me for a little while
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| Well if I wasn’t only seventeen
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| Now stuck on the highway cause I feel
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| It’s not where I was going
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| Only sixteen hundred miles
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| Learn to see what’s mine
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| Street of the fading lights
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| You call uncle Tom
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| You have all these visions
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| And you’re thirsty all around
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| Your heart goes too fast
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| Your legs are still shaking
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| Won’t you come in for a while?
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| Well if I wasn’t only seventeen
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| Now stuck on some highway cause I feel
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| It’s not where I was going
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| Only sixteen hundred miles
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| Learn to see what’s mine
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| Streaks of the fading lights |