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We were burning in a '94 Corolla, |
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Three hours deep into South Dakota |
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I was workin' on a lukewarm Coca-Cola |
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In the dog days of July |
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And my dad was a Superman stick shift driver, |
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Stayed Lois Lane beside him |
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Kissing to the rhythm of the billboard signs |
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As they went blurring by |
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Even when he would stop to pull over, |
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He never took his hand off of her shoulder |
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You can see for miles |
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You can reach the dials, |
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Sit back and smile from the front seat |
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You can chase the sun |
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You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet |
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When you're sitting shotgun, |
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You're sittin' pretty and free |
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But you learn to love from the backseat, |
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So blink one day and I'm rolling along, |
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With a part time job |
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And blue pom-poms, |
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Like every day's a knock off Mellencamp song |
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With his hand right on my knee, |
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And we made the age-old prom night promise |
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Put the corsage right where I want it |
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And we found a road with nobody on it |
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And we didn't stop to think, |
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And I didn't care when he killed the motor, |
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Shut off the lights and we climbed over, |
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You can see for miles |
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You can reach the dials, |
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Sit back and smile from the front seat |
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You can chase the sun |
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You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet |
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When you're sitting shotgun, |
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You're sittin' pretty and free |
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But you learn to love from the back seat |
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Up here I see it clear through the rear-view |
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It's good to take the back seat |
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When you get to |
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You can see for miles |
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You can reach the dials, |
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Sit back and smile from the front seat |
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You can chase the sun |
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You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet |
|
When you're sitting shotgun, |
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You're sittin' pretty and free |
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But you learn to love |
|
You can see for miles |
|
You can reach the dials, |
|
Sit back and smile from the front seat |
|
You can chase the sun |
|
You can feel the hum of the axles underneath your feet |
|
When you're sitting shotgun, |
|
You're sittin' pretty and free |
|
But you learn to love from the back seat |
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We were burning in a '94 Corolla |
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Three hours deep into South Dakota |
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I was working on a lukewarm Coca-Cola |
