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Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot
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as it sinks on the pedal
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I press it to the floor
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I don't need a girl, don't need a friend
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Cause my friend Lonesome's unconditional
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We're flying forever bored
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And for a moment I love everything that I see and think and feel
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I love my broken side view mirror
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Cause it's so perfect I'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here
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I hear the change in gears
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My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
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This is an open road song
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The night is beckoning
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Although I have nowhere to go but home
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Feels good to be alone
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With every turn comes a new frame of mind
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If I could frame my mind
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Where would it hang?
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I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
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As I pour my poor heart out
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To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
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My volume drowns it out
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Yeah, but that's O.K. cause I sound better than him anyway, any day
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Yeah, my voice is as sweet as salt
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I search for comfort and I find it where I've found it many times before
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Times before can be forgotten
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{Chorus}
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Open Road Song
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| Eve 6 |
