| Waits all day for the Sun to dim his brights
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| Face shinin' amber in the radio lights
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| It’s all that he needs to see
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| Fire ignites when he turns the key
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| Wonder what it could be like
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| Just look then he’s gone
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| Pay attention and you might
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| See just how he makes sparks fly
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| Hands on the wheel, he’s a permanent fixture
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| Reads hot rod mags like Holy Scripture
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| He ignores the brake pedal like step-daddy's child
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| Feel him pushing on the gas like a motherless wife
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| Wonder what it could be like
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| Just look then he’s gone
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| Pay attention and you might
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| See just how he makes sparks fly
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| While you’re trying to think of
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| Why you never could become
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| Things you dreamed of
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| Hot night sky he watch sparks fly
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| Highway birds, sunrise, paradise
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| Cinderella’s morning appetite
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| Squintin' his eyes and the driver kills his lights
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| Ignites his stash, he’s a Plymouth Satellite
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| Wonder what it could be like
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| Just look then he’s gone
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| Pay attention and you might
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| See just how he makes sparks fly
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| While you’re trying to think of
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| Why you never could become,
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| Things you dreamed of
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| Hot night sky he watch sparks fly
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| Wonder what it could be like'
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| Just look then he’s gone'
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| Pay attention and you might
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| See just how he makes sparks fly
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| While you’re trying to think of
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| Why you never could become
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| Things you dreamed of
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| Hot night sky he watch sparks
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| Hot night sky he watch sparks fly |