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Let's jump in my El Camino, uh, huh |
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Roll the windows down |
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Thought we'd see what kind of trouble |
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We can find out on this messed up little town |
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The Boss on the radio, uh, huh |
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Take whatever comes |
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We'll go flyin' down the highway |
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With my arm around you singin', 'Born To Run' |
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It feels just like it should |
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Must be some kind of miracle |
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Like I got sun on my face |
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And the rain it ain't never going to fall |
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It feels so good |
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Oh, it is almost spiritual |
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Tomorrow's nowhere in sight |
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Right now, right here tonight |
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It feels just like it should |
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Well, you got your good looks, uh, huh |
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And you got your style |
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And I'd drown here in this ocean |
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Just to have you float my boat for a while |
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I've got a reputation, uh, huh |
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Don't you worry about that |
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Just give me a chance |
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And we'll never gonna ever look back |
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And it feels just like it should |
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Must be some kind of miracle |
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Like I got sun on my face |
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And the rain it ain't never going to fall |
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It feels so good |
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Man, it's almost spiritual |
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Tomorrow's nowhere in sight |
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Right now, right here tonight |
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Feels just like it should |
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Maybe Romeo gets the girl this time |
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I guess everybody gets the chance to shine |
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And tonight is mine |
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And it feels just like it should |
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Must be some kind of miracle |
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Like I got sun on my face |
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And the rain, it ain't never going to fall |
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Feels so good |
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Aww, it's almost spiritual |
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Tomorrow's nowhere in sight |
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Right now, right here tonight |
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It feels just like it should |
