In the middle of the Highway,
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As you ride down the road,
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Just get that feeling,
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It's all so black and bald.
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And then theres my face,
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When you're drivin the desert sand,
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Well open my hand,
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Well open up the land.
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Yeah.
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Well everyone now bring your car to me.
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From the mother of earth to the depth of the sea.
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Well dont raise any hand for me,
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When ya na na na na need me.
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Yeah.
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In the middle of the Highway,
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As you ride down the road,
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Just get that feeling,
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It's all so black and bald.
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And then theres my face,
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And a-drivin the desert sand.
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Well open my hand,
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Well open up the land.
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Yeah.
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Well everyone now bring your car to me,
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From the mother of earth to the depth of the sea.
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Well dont raise any hands for me,
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no no,
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When ya na na na na need me.
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Yeah.
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(Beginning Of What's About To Happen)...
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| Kyuss |
