Well it's a beat up old thing
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That hand me down Ford Mustang
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150 thousand miles gone
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The sun has split the dashboard
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The driver seat is all torn
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And there's a trick to turn the wipers on
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It has some rust on either side but that car is mine
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It burns a little oil grindin' into gear
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Super glue holding up the rear view mirror
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio
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Every now and then you'll hear a funny sound
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And the windows won't roll all the way down
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio
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I remember the first time
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Headin' out to a bonfire
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Turned it up as loud as it would go
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Oh or the time that Amy and I
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Drove towards that big Alberta sky
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I can't believe the speakers didn't blow
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Singing every single song at the top of our lungs
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It burns a little oil grindin' into gear
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Super glue holding up the rear view mirror
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio
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Every now and then you'll hear a funny sound
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And the windows won't roll all the way down
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio
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Music magic on those star lit nights
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Making memories with that boy of mine
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It burns a little oil grindin' into gear
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Super glue holding up the rear view mirror
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio
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Every now and then you'll hear a funny sound
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And the windows won't roll all the way down
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But woah oh oh, it has a real good radio
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Woah woah woah
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It has a real good radio
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A Real Good Radio
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| Kira Isabella |
