| This strip mall town has got me down
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| A lonely populated shade of grey
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| And they’re expecting me to stay
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| «A» through «Z» the blacktop streets
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| Repeat the patterns we’ve all seen before
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| It’s getting harder to ignore
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| This won’t be the last time I’ll be here
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| I want to drive far away with you
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| I know that it’s nothing new, but we feel it every time
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| For all my life I felt like my hands were tied
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| I’m dying to feel alive if only for tonight
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| Each time we pass the District line
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| And make our way along the interstate
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| I feel the pressure start to fade
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| The sun goes down, we hear the sound
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| Of Springsteen singing «we were born to run»
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| Well baby, we’re still young
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| This won’t be the last time I’ll be here
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| I know that I can’t outrun the fear
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| I want to drive far away with you
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| I know that it’s nothing new, but we feel it every time
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| For all my life I felt like my hands were tied
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| I’m dying to feel alive if only for tonight
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| I want to drive far away with you
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| I know that it’s nothing new, but we feel it every time
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| All my life I felt like my hands were tied
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| I’m dying to feel alive if only for tonight
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| This won’t be the last time I’ll be here
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| No this won’t be the last time I’ll be here
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| I want to drive far away with you
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| I know that it’s nothing new, but we feel it every time
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| For all my life I felt like my hands were tied
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| I’m dying to feel alive if only for tonight |