| Drivin' down that highway
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| In my automobile
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| Drivin', drivin', drivin'
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| Got both hands on the wheel
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| I got my eyes on the road
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| Dustin' off white lines
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| The man’s got his eye on me
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| And that’s an invasion of my privacy
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| It’s my last form of sanctuary
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| Behind blacked out glass
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| «Hey, who’s that in there?
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| That boy’s drivin' much too fast
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| Hey, that’s some real nice wheels you got there
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| I bet you paid through the nose."
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| Yeah, they’re checkin' up on me
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| And that’s an invasion of my privacy, yeah, drive
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| Yeah, out in the streets (no privacy)
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| In my own bedroom (no privacy)
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| On the telephone (no privacy)
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| In the back of my car (no privacy)
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| I can’t get no
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| I can’t give me no
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| I can’t give me no privacy
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| Yeah, drivin', drivin', drivin'
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| I got my troubles on hold
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| Just drivin' down that highway
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| My fossil fuel’s as good as gold
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| I’m lookin for that long lost road
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| No sign of man, no sign of life
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| Where you can’t catch me
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| To invade upon my privacy
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| Oh, you can’t catch me
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| And invade upon my privacy
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| Yeah, drive, drive, drive
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| (Privacy, sanctuary)
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| Drive, drive, drive, drive, ow
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| (Privacy, sanctuary)
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| Drive, drive, drive, drive, ow, ooh |