| Baby, I like to drive
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| On two-lane back roads
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| And my mind starts to wonder
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| As I feel the wind blow
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| Everything about this town
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| Reminds me of you (oh yes, it does, yeah)
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| And the fresh-cut grass
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| Smells like the finest perfume
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| A road so long, it goes on forever
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| How could I lose my way?
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| I see the steam on a blacktop and I think of you
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| I hear the rain on a rooftop and I wanna hold you
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| See the steam on a blacktop and I think of you
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| I hear the rain on a rooftop and I wanna hold you
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| Baby, I miss the feel
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| Run your fingers through my hair
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| And standing in my clothes off, out in the midnight air
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| On a road so long, it goes on forever
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| How could we lose our way?
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| I see the steam on a blacktop and I think of you
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| I hear the rain on a rooftop and I wanna hold you
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| See the steam on a blacktop and I think of you
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| I hear the rain on a rooftop and I wanna hold you
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| There ain’t enough minutes in an hour
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| And there ain’t enough days in a year
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| And if our sweet time is in such short supply
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| Then we might as well draw the line here
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| On a road so long, it goes on forever
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| How could we lose our way?
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| Let me build a fire
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| That’ll reach up to the sky
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| Bright enough to find you
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| Even on the darkest nights (yeah, yeah)
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| A fire so bright, it’ll burn forever
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| How could we lose our way?
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| I see the steam on the blacktop and I think of you
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| I hear the rain on a rooftop and I wanna hold you
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| See the steam on the blacktop and I think of you
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| I hear the rain on a rooftop and I, I wanna hold you
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| I wanna hold you
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| I see the steam on the blacktop
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| I hear the rain on the rooftop
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| And I wanna hold you
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| I wanna hold you |