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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 |
