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Driving through the long night trying to figure |
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Who's right and who's wrong, now the kid has gone |
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I sit belted up tight, she sucks on a match light |
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Glowing bronze, steering on |
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And I might be more of a man if |
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I stopped this in it's tracks |
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And said, "Come on, let's go home" |
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But she's got the wheel and |
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I've got nothing |
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Except what |
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I have onWhen you're driving with the brakes on |
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When you're swimming with your boots on |
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It's hard to say you love someone |
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And it's hard to say you don't |
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Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation |
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From the thing we've done |
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She shuts up the ashtray, and |
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I say "It's a long way back now hon" |
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And she just yawns |
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And we might get lost someplace so desolate that |
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No one where we're from would ever come |
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But she's got the wheel and |
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I've got to deal |
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From now on |
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When you're driving with the brakes on |
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When you're swimming with your boots on |
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It's hard to say you love someone |
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And it's hard to say you don't |
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But unless the moon falls tonight |
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Unless continents collide |
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Nothing's gonna make me |
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Break from her side' |
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Cause when you're driving with the brakes on |
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When you're swimming with your boots on |
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It's hard to say you love someone |
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And it's hard to say you don't |
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It's hard to say you love someone |
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And it's hard to say you don't |