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Living in a cabin an American lad, |
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He had a will, he had a plan, |
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To build his own world, |
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At the age of seventeen he realized, |
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Did not wanna live the American, |
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The American life |
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With an arrogant smile, he shook his head, |
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Counted his fingers from one to ten, |
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With a foot like lead, |
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Revved the engine, |
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He left for the road, no coming home, |
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No end in sight, like a blue sky, |
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He was his own, no coming home, |
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No end in sight, |
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He realized, |
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That he drove all night, |
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He gathered his pride and suited up, |
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In front of the crowd, |
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He raised his voice, |
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As shaky as it was, |
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And with an arrogant smile, he shook his head, |
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Counted his fingers from one to ten, |
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With a foot like lead, |
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Revved the engine, |
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And he left for the road, no coming home, |
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No end in sight, like a blue sky, |
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He was his own, no coming home, |
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No end in sight, |
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He realized, |
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That he drove all night, |
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Ooooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooh, |
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That he drove all night, ooooooooh, |
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Ooooooooh, oooooooooh, ooooooooh |
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He was his own, no coming home, |
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No end in sight, like a blue sky, |
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He was his own, no coming home, |
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No end in sight, he realized, |
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That he drove all night |