I'm wheels, I am moving wheels
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I am a 1952 Studebaker coupe
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I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels
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I am a 1952 Starlite coupe
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En route
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Les sousterrains
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Des visions du Cody
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Sartori a Paris
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Strange spaghetti in this solemn city
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there's a postcard we've all seen before
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past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
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with hands full of autographed napkins
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we eat apples in vans with sandwiches
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Rush into the lobby life
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of hurry up and wait hurry up and wait hurry up and wait
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for the odd-shaped keys which lead
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to new soap and envelopes
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Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
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and the longest-ever phone call home
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no sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep no sleep
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and no mad video machine to eat time
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A city scene I can't explain
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the Seine alone at 4 a.m.
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the Seine alone at 4 a.m.
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the insane alone at 4 a.m.
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Neal and Jack and me,
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absent lovers,
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absent lovers
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Neal and Jack and Me
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Adrian Belew |