When you¡¯re feeling down
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I¡¯m comin¡¯ round
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To pick you up
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And take you out
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It won¡¯t be long
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¡®Till those blues are gone
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The city¡¯s waiting
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Beckoning for us
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It leads us on
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Let it lead us on
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It¡¯s the perfect night
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To just drive on by
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Let the dashboard underscore
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Everything we¡¯ve seen
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While the world plays for our pleasure
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On our windshield silver screen
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And I don¡¯t know just where we¡¯re going
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And I don¡¯t care where we¡¯ve been
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But we just coast on through
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Coz while I¡¯m here with you, you know
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There¡¯s no place I¡¯d rather be
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No place I¡¯d rather be
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Such a quiet joy
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Knowing that I¡¯m your pick-up fix
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And you¡¯re my favourite boy
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You¡¯re feeling tired
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And I¡¯m bleary-eyed
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And the highway lines
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Pass by in two/four double-time
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And we don¡¯t even recognise
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A single name on the street signs
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Nothing else is calling us
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But all we¡¯ve left behind
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Is like a hell-hound on our trail
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and a burden on our mind
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Coz we know¡¦
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¡¦we gotta go home.
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Such a quiet joy
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Driving anywhere
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Knowing that you are there.
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But you don¡¯t call,
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You don¡¯t call me no more
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And i waited all day
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You know you¡¯ll always
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Be my favourite boy
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Night Drive
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| Gotye |
